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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"Black Jack"

Don't remember anybody being that foolish"
"Then it's been so long that it'll give us a chance. It's been so long
that the three men on guard tonight will be half asleep."
"I dunno but you're right. Why didn't you speak up in company? I'll call
the chief and--"
"Wait," said Terry, laying a hand on the round, hard-muscled shoulder of
the yegg. "I had a purpose in waiting. Seven men are too many to take
into a town."
"Eh?"
"Two men might surprise three. But seven men are more apt to be
surprised."
"Two ag'in' three ain't such bad odds, pal. But--the first gun that pops,
we'll have the whole town on our backs."
"Then we'll have to do it without shooting. You understand, Denver?"
Denver scratched his head. Plainly he was uneasy; plainly, also, he was
more and more fascinated by the idea.
"You and me to turn the trick alone?" he whispered out of the side of his
mouth in a peculiar, confidentially guilty way that was his when he was
excited. "Kid, I begin to hear the old Black Jack talk in you! I begin to
hear him talk! I knew it would come!"

CHAPTER 34

An hour's ride brought them to the environs of the little town.


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