Hi and I will look after--the rest of it."
"And Bud," suggested a rider.
They found Shoop on the ground, the flesh of his shoulder torn away by
a .45 and a welt of red above his ear where a Mexican's bullet had
creased him. They carried him to the house. "Sun, you might stir
around and rustle some grub. The boys will want to eat directly." And
Corliss stepped to the water-trough, washed his hands, and then rolled
a cigarette. Hi Wingle sat beside him as they waited for dinner.
Suddenly Corliss turned to his cook. "I guess we've won out, Hi," he
said.
"Generally speakin'--we sure have," said Wingle. "But I reckon _you_
lost."
Corliss nodded.
CHAPTER XXVII
"JUST ME AND HER"
Sheriff Banks tossed Corliss's note on his desk, reached in his pocket
and drew forth a jack-knife with which he began to trim his
finger-nails. He paid no apparent attention to the arrival of one of
his deputies, but proceeded with his manipulation of the knife. The
deputy sidled to a chair and sat watching the sheriff.
Presently Banks closed his knife, slid it into his pocket, and leaned
back in his chair.
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