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on his mind. One day, late in the winter, an 

 old partner stopped at his shanty. Their hours 

 of conversation did not amount to as many 

 paragraphs. 



" I heared about ye killin' the Gunder Ram." 



Scotty nodded. 



"Let's see him, Scotty." 



" Suit yourself " ; and the old man jerked his 

 head toward the draped thing on the wall. The 

 stranger pulled off the cloth, and then followed 

 the usual commonplace exclamations of won- 

 der. Scotty received them in silence ; but he 

 turned to look. The firelight reflected in the 

 glassy eyes lent a red and angry glare. 



" Kivver him up when you're through," said 

 Scotty, and turned to his smoking. 



" Say, Scotty, why don't ye sell him if he 

 bothers ye that-a-way ? That there New-Yorker 

 told me to tell ye that he'd give — " 



"To h — 1 with yer New-Yorker! I'll niver 

 sell him — I'll niver part with him. I stayed by 

 him till I done him up, an' he'll stay by me till 

 he gits even. He's been a-gittin' back at me 

 these four years. He broke me down on that 

 trip. He's made an old man o' me. He's left 



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