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up. He dismounted. He tied his horse. He greeted cheerily the glowering McFluke. The latter did not reply in kind. "This is a fine time for you to get here," he growled. "A fi-ine time." "Shut up, you fool!" cautioned Peaches in a low voice. "Ain't you got no better sense, with the old man--" "Don't let the old man worry you," yapped McFluke. "The old man has done flitted. And Jack's been here and _he's_ done flitted." "Whose hoss is that?" demanded Peaches, evidently referring to Racey's mount. "One of the boys," replied McFluke. "One o' Jack's friends. C'mon in." Entered then Peaches Austin, a lithe, muscular person with pale eyes and a face the colour of a dead fish's belly. He stared non-committally at Racey Dawson. It was evident that Peaches Austin was taking no one on trust. He nodded briefly to Racey, and strode to the bar. McFluke went behind the bar. "Ain't I seen you in Farewell, stranger?" Peaches Austin asked, shortly. "You might have," returned Racey. "I'm mighty careless where I travel." "Known Jack long?" Peaches was becoming nothing if not personal. "Long enough," smiled Racey. "Lookit here, who are you?" "That's what's worryin' McFluke," dodged Racey, wishing that he could see just what it was McFluke was doing with his hands. But McFluke was employing his hands in nothing more dangerous than the fetching of a bottle from some recess under and behind the bar. Now he laughed. "He ain't tellin' all he knows," he said to Peaches Austin. "Don't be so damn suspiciony, Peaches. He's a friend of Jack's, I tell you. He knows all about the deal." "That don't make him no friend of Jack's," declared Peaches, stubbornly. "I--" At which juncture Peaches' flow of language was interrupted by the sudden entrance of Chuck Morgan. Chuck, after a sweeping glance round the room, headed straight for the bar. "McFluke," said Chuck, halting a yard from the bar, "did you sell any redeye to Old Man Dale to-day?" "What's that to you?" demanded McFluke, truculently. "Why, this," replied Chuck, producing a sixshooter so swiftly that McFluke blinked. "You listen to me," he resumed, harshly. "It don't matter whether you sold it to him or not. He _got_ it here, and that's the main thing. I'm telling you if he gets any more I'm gonna make you hard to find." "Is that a threat or a promise?" inquired McFluke. "Don't do that," Racey said, suddenly, as his hand shot out and pinned fast
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