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"Durned if I know! He's got some fool notion about playin' fair.

Seems he came into the Cedar Mountain country to catch the Squaw

Creek raiders. Brandt let him escape on that pledge. Well, he's

give up that notion, and now he thinks, dad gum it, that it's up

to him to surrender to Brandt again."

The girl's eyes were like stars. "And he's going to go back there

and give himself up, to be tried for killing Faulkner."

Dillon scratched his head. "By gum, gyurl, I didn't think of

that. We cayn't let him go."

"Yes, we can."

"Why, honey, he didn't kill Faulkner, looks like. We cayn't let

him go back there and take our medicine for us. Mebbe he would be

lynched. It's a sure thing he'd be convicted."

"Never mind. Let him go. I've got a plan, dad." Her vivid face

was alive with the emotion which spoke in it. "When did he say he

was going?" she asked buoyantly.

"Day after to-morrow. Seems he's got business that keeps him hyer

to-morrow. What's yore idee, honey?"