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ook up the guns, while the gray-headed storekeeper advanced an eulogium upon each weapon. His attention was distracted by the entrance of a tall, painfully thin man who seemed in great haste. "What's all this about Cold Feet, Whitey?" he asked. "Cold Feet and Sinclair?" "I dunno, Sandersen, except that word come in from Woodville that Sinclair stuck up the sheriff on his way in with Jig, and Sinclair got clean away. What could have been in his head to grab Jig?" "I dunno," said Sandersen, apparently much perturbed. "They outlawed 'em both, Whitey?" There was an eagerness in this question so poorly concealed that Cartwright jerked up his head and regarded Sandersen with interest. "Both," replied Whitey. "You seem sort of pleased, Sandersen?" "I knowed that Sinclair would come to a bad end," said Sandersen more soberly. "Why, I thought they said you cottoned to him when the boys was figuring he might have had something to do with Quade?" "Me? Well, yes, for a minute. But out at the necktie party, Whitey, I kept watching him. Thinks a lot more'n he says, and gents like that is always dangerous." "Always," replied Whitey. "But it's the last time Sinclair'll show his face in Sour Creek--alive," said Sandersen. "If he does show his face alive, it'll be a dead face pronto. You can lay to that." Sandersen seemed to turn this fact over and over in his mind, with immense satisfaction. "And yet," pursued the storekeeper, "think of a full-grown man breaking the law to save such a skinny little shrimp of a gent as Jig? Eh? More like a pretty girl than a boy, Jig is." Cartwright exclaimed, and both of the others turned toward him. "Here's the gun for me," he said huskily, "and that gun belt--filled--and this holster. They'll all do." "And a handy outfit," said Whitey. "That gun'll be a friend in need!" "What makes you think they'll be a need?" asked Cartwright, with such unnecessary violence that the others both stared. He went on more smoothly: "What was you saying about a girl-faced gent?" "The schoolteacher--he plugged a feller named Quade. Sinclair got him clean away from Sheriff Kern." "And what sort of a looking gent is Sinclair? Long, brown, and pretty husky-looking, with a mean eye?" "You've named him! Where'd you meet up with him?" "Over in the hills yonder, just where the north trail comes over the rise. They was sitting down under a tree resting their hosses when I come alon
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