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"You may have mine, right off the reel, Mr. Fraser, or whatever

you call yourself. You came into this valley with a lie on your

lips. We played you for a friend, and you played us for suckers.

All the time you was in a deal with the sheriff for you know

what. I hate a spy like I do a rattlesnake."

It was the man Yorky that spoke. Steve's eyes met his.

"So I'm a spy, am I?"

"You know best."

"Anyhow, you're going to shoot me first, and find out afterward?"

"Wrong guess. We're going to hang you." Struve, unable to keep

back longer his bitter spleen, hissed this at him.