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&quot; Hold on for a moment/ said I, ( I am 

 willin to lend you them guns, but I ain t go- 

 in to know what you V goin to do \vith them, 

 no sir; but of course you can have the guns. 

 Here my friend s face lightened pleasantly, 

 and he continued: 



&quot;Well, you may easily believe I felt sur 

 prised next day when Fowler come ridin in, 

 and, says he, Simpson, here s your guns! 

 He had shot them two men! Well, Fowler/ 

 says I, if I had known them men was after 

 you, I d never have let them have them guns 

 nohow, says I. That wasn t true, for I did 

 know it, but there was no cause to tell him 

 that.&quot; I murmured my approval of such 

 prudence, and Simpson continued, his eyes 

 gradually brightening with the light of agree 

 able reminiscence: 



&quot;Well, they up and they took Fowler before 

 the justice of the peace. The justice of the 

 peace was a Turk.&quot; 



&quot;Now, Simpson, what do you mean by 

 that?&quot; I interrupted. 



&quot;Well, he come from Turkey,&quot; said Simp 

 son, and I again sank back, wondering briefly 

 what particular variety of Mediterranean out 

 cast had drifted down to Mexico to be made 

 a justice of the peace. Simpson laughed and 



