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"I want you to hide me. I want you to get me out of this country.

I want you to divvy up with me. Didn't we grub-stake you with the

haul from the Overland? Don't we go share and share alike, the

two of us that's left? Ain't that fair and square? You wouldn't

want to do less than right by an old pal, cap, you that are so

respectable and proper now. You ain't forgot the man that lay in

the ditch with you the night we held up the flyer, the man that

rode beside you when you shot--"

"For God's sake don't rake up forgotten scrapes. We were all

young together then. I'll do what's right by you, but you got to

keep your mouth shut and let me manage this."

"The way you managed it before when you let me rot at Yuma seven

years," jeered Struve.

"I couldn't help it. They were on my trail and I had to lie low.

I tell you I'll pull you through if you do as I say."