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She thrust heels into her horse's flanks and sped away at a reckless pace.
"Well," Mr. Marrophat admitted confidentially to Mr. Slade, "I'm damned!"
"And that ain't all," Mr. Slade confided in Mr. Marrophat, whipping out his own revolver, "you're being held up, too. I'll take those guns of yourn, friend, and what else you've got about you that's of value, including your hoss—and when you get back to Old Man Trine you can just tell him, with my best compliments, that I've quit the job and lit out after that daughter of hisn. She's a heap sight more attractive than nineteen thousand dollars, and not half so hard to earn."
