It is more dear to me than
--well--I love it ver' much, Senor!"
"Seems like Willie has made the extreme sacrifice," Stover
followed up. "While all our boys has gone the limit, Willie has
topped 'em all: he's bet his gun."
"Indeed! Is it a good weapon?"
"It's been good to me," said the little man, dryly. "I took it
off the quivering remains of a Sheriff in Dodge City, up to that
time the best hip shot in Kansas."
Speed felt a cold chill steal up his spine, while Miss Blake went
pale and laid a trembling hand upon his arm.
"You see it ain't intrinsic value so much as association and
sentiment that leads to this interview," Stover continued. "It
ain't no joke--we don't joke with the Centipede--and we've relied
on you. The Mex here would do murder for that saddle," Carara
nodded, and breathed something in his own tongue. "I have parted
with my honor, and Willie is gamblin' just as high."
"But I notice Mr.--Willie still has his revolver."
"Sure I got it!" Willie laughed, abruptly. "And I don't give it
up till we lose, neither.
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