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plainly working himself into a rage sufficient to launch murder. "Yore father railroaded me to the penitentiary--cooked up testimony against me. You bust me with a club when I wasn't looking. Here's where I git even. See?" The imminence of tragedy had swept the space about them empty of people. Roy knew with a sinking heart that it was between him and the hillman to settle this alone. He had been caught with the suitcase in his right hand, so that he was practically trapped unarmed. Before he could draw his revolver, Meldrum would be pumping lead. Two months ago under similar circumstances terror had paralyzed Roy's thinking power. Now his brain functioned in spite of his fear. He was shaken to the center of his being, but he was not in panic. Immediately he set himself to play the poor cards he found in his hand. "Liar!" Beaudry heard a chill voice say and knew it was his own. "Liar on both counts! My father sent you up because you were a thief. I beat your head off because you are a bully. Listen!" Roy shot the last word out in crescendo to forestall the result of a convulsive movement of the hand beneath his enemy's coat. "_Listen, if you want to live the day out_, you yellow coyote!" Beaudry had scored his first point--to gain time for his argument to get home to the sodden brain. Dave Dingwell had told him that most men were afraid of something, though some hid it better than others; and he had added that Dan Meldrum had the murderer's dread lest vengeance overtake him unexpectedly. Roy knew now that his partner had spoken the true word. At that last stinging sentence, alarm had jumped to the blear eyes of the former convict. "Whadjamean?" demanded Meldrum thickly, the menace of horrible things in his voice. "Mean? Why, this. You came here to kill me, but you haven't the nerve to do it. You've reached the end of your rope, Dan Meldrum. You're a killer, but you'll never kill again. Murder me, and the law would hang you high as Haman--_if it ever got a chance_." The provisional clause came out with a little pause between each word to stress the meaning. The drunken man caught at it to spur his rage. "Hmp! Mean you're man enough to beat the law to it?" Beaudry managed to get out a derisive laugh. "Oh, no! Not when I have a suitcase in my right hand and you have the drop on me. I can't help myself--_and twenty men see it_." "Think they'll help you?" Meldrum swept his
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