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He turned to Bull Adam. 



**An' as for yo','' ^^ said, 'Hhe whole durn 

 county knows yo're breakin' the game laws. I'm 

 goin^ to get proof, an' I'm goin' to get yo'! No 

 squatter with one foot in the grave is goin ' to defy 

 the law while I'm game warden. An' now yo're 

 told. That's what I come befo' to tell yo'. Next 

 time, there ain't goin' to be no tellin'. " 



''There ain't," said Bull, "for the next time yo* 

 plan to come within a half a mile o ' this cabin, send 

 word to the county that they can elect a new game 

 warden. Yo' post '11 be vacant. Now — git!" 



Still the game warden hesitated, but a second 

 look at the old moonshiner's expression cowed 

 him. He turned on his heel, muttering. 



"Shan!" called the pot-hunter, "trail that yel- 

 low dog off'n the place." 



