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Harry bowed low. Mrs. Wilson passed through the gate, beaming commendation on him from misty eyes. He closed the gate slowly, his clean shaven, wrinkled face working. He stood and watched her until the bend in the road hid her. Then, placing his tall hat jauntily on his grizzled locks, he turned and walked smartly in the opposite direction. Hinter smiled. "Never mind," he said gently. "And how is he standing it?" "Well?" Caleb asked finally. "What about it?".
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A murmur broke from the men. "Why, sure we was, but we were stuck tight. You might have passed us, easy enough." "I see it," returned Billy. "I guess I ain't scared of no snakes in these parts." "Ain't goin' to kill 'em," his friend replied. "Trigger-Finger Tim never killed his; he took 'em all alive. All he did was crease their skulls with bullets, an' scrape their spines with 'em, an' when they come to they'd find themselves tied hand an' foot, an' Trigger-Finger smokin' his cigarette an' smilin' down on 'em.".
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