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was shame enough, but he dared not risk two failures with one man. He must have help in plenty from Woodville, and, fate willing, he would one day have the pleasure of looking down into the dead face of Sinclair; one day have the unspeakable joy of seeing the slender form of Gaspar dangling from the end of a rope. His mind was filled with the wicked pleasure of these pictures until he came suddenly upon Woodville. He drew his horse back to a dogtrot to enter the town. It was a short street that led through Woodville, but, short though it was, the news that something was wrong with the sheriff reached the heart of the town before he did. Men were already pouring out on the veranda of the hotel. "Where is he, sheriff?" was the greeting. Never before had that question been asked. He switched to one side in his saddle and made the speech that startled the mind of Woodville for many a day. "Boys, I've been double-crossed. Have any of you heard tell of Riley Sinclair?" He waited apparently calm. Inwardly he was breathless with excitement, for according to the size of Riley's reputation as a formidable man would be the size of his disgrace. There was a brief pause. Old Shaw filled the gap, and he filled it to the complete satisfaction of the sheriff. "Young Hopkins was figured for the hardest man up in Montana way," he said. "That was till Riley Sinclair beat him. What about Sinclair?" "It was him that double-crossed me," said the sheriff, vastly relieved. "He come like a friend, stuck me up on the trail when I wasn't lookin' for no trouble, and he got away with Gaspar." A chorus, astonished, eager. "What did he do it for?" "No man'll ever know," said the sheriff. "Why not?" "Because Sinclair'll be dead before he has a chance to look a jury in the face." There were more questions. The little crowd had got its breath again, and the words came in volleys. The sheriff cut sharply through the noise. "Where's Bill Wood?" "He's in town now." "Charley, will you find Billy for me and ask him to slide over to my office? Thanks! Where's Arizona and Red Chalmers?" "They went back to the ranch." "Be a terrible big favor if you'd go out and try to find 'em for me, boys. Where's Joe Stockton?" "Up to the Lewis place." Old Shaw struck in: "You ain't makin' no mistake in picking the best you can get. You'll need 'em for this Riley Sinclair. I've heard tell about him. A pile!" The very best t
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