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gentleman, and she tried to look as if she really and truly would shoot a man—and managed to look only the more kissable.
"Don't squirm, Mr. Kelly. I won't bite, if I do buzz sometimes."
Kelly stared at her meditatively a minute, and said: "Well, I'll be damned!"
Keith looked at her also, but he did not say anything.
The way he slapped his saddle back upon Redcloud and cinched it, and saddled Rex, was a pretty exhibition of precision and speed, learned in round-up camps. Kelly watched him grimly.
"I knowed you wasn't as swift as yuh knew how 't be, a while back," he commented. "I've got this t' say fur you two: You're a little the toughest proposition I ever run up ag'inst—and I've been up ag'inst it good and plenty."
"Thanks," Keith said cheerfully. "You'd better take Rex now and go ahead, Miss Lansell. I'll take that gun and look after this fellow. Get up, Kelly."
"What are you going to do with him?"
Kelly got unsteadily upon his feet. Beatrice
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