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Lisner shrugged his shoulders. "We have to keep her here till Foy's caught. She might bring a sight of trouble down on us." "Say, what's the matter with me going out and eating a few?" asked Pringle. "You stay here! You talk too much with your mouth," replied the sheriff. "I'll send in a snack for you and Bell. Come on, boys." They filed out to the cook's fire in the walled courtyard. "George, dear," said Pringle when the two were left alone, "is that right about the reward? 'Cause I sure want to get in on it." "Damn likely. You knew where Foy was. You know where he is now. Why didn't you tell us, if you wanted in on the reward?" "Why, George, I didn't know there was any reward. Besides, him and me split up as soon as we got clear of town." "You're a damn liar!" "That's what the sheriff said. Somebody must 'a' give me away," complained John Wesley. He rolled a cigarette and walked to the table. "All the same, you're making a mistake. You hadn't ought to roil me. Just for that, soon as they're all off on their man hunt, I'm goin' to study up some scheme to get away." "I got a picture of you gettin' away!" "George," said John Wesley, "you see that front door? Well, that's what we call in theatrical circles a practical door. Along toward morning I'm going out through that practical door. You'll see!" He raised the lamp, held the cigarette over the chimney top and puffed till he got a light; so doing he smoked the chimney. To inspect the damage he raised the lamp higher. Swifter than thought he hurled it at his warder's head. The blazing lamp struck Applegate between the eyes. Pringle's fist flashed up and smote him grievously under the jaw; he fell crashing; the half-drawn gun clattered from his slackened fingers. Pringle caught it up and plunged into the dark through the practical door. He ran down the adobe wall of the water pen; a bullet whizzed by; he turned the corner; he whisked over the wall, back into the water pen. Shouts, curses, the sound of rushing feet without the wall. Pringle crouched in the deep shadow of the wall, groped his way to the long row of watering troughs, and wormed himself under the upper trough, where the creaking windmill and the splashing of water from the supply pipe would drown out the sound of his labored breath. Horsemen boiled from the yard gate with uproar and hullabaloo; Pringle heard their shouts; he saw the glare of soap weeds, fired to help their sear
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