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"It ain't you that's taking my spondulix in, you big, overgrown

Swede!" returned Yorky amiably. "It's the gent from Texas. How

can a fellow buck against luck that fills from a pair to a full

house on the draw?"

The blond giant, Siegfried--who was not a Swede, but a

Norwegian--announced that he was seventeen dollars in the game

himself.

Tommie, already broke, and an onlooker, reported sadly.

"Sixty-one for me, durn it!"

Jed picked up a lamp, led the way to the other room, and closed

the door behind them.

"I thought it might interest you to know that there's a new

arrival in the valley, Mr. Struve," he said smoothly.

"Who says my name's Struve?" demanded the man who called himself

Johnson, with fierce suspicion.

Briscoe laughed softly. "I say it--Wolf Struve. Up till last

month your address for two years has been number nine thousand

four hundred and thirty-two, care of Penitentiary Warden, Yuma,

Arizona."

"Prove it. Prove it," blustered the accused man.