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Beth Norvell

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"I 'll have to ask ye ter stop right thar, gents," he said, genially,

drawing back the hammer with a sharp click. "Ye 're trespassin' on my

property."

The two men came to an instant halt, Farnham smiling unpleasantly, his

hands buried in his pockets. His companion hastily shoved back his

hat, as though in surprise at the summons, revealing a broad, ruddy

face, shadowed by iron-gray whiskers. Hicks half lowered his gun,

giving vent to a smothered oath.

"By God, it's the sheriff!" he muttered, in complete bewilderment.

"What the hell are we up against?"

There was an interval of intense silence, both parties gazing at each

other, the one side startled, unnerved, the other cool, contemptuous.

It was the sheriff who first spoke, standing firmly on his short legs,

and quietly stroking his beard.

"You probably recognize me, Bill Hicks," he said, calmly, "and it might

be just as healthy for you to lower that gun. I ain't here hunting any

trouble, but if it begins I 've got a posse over yonder big enough to

make it mighty interesting. You sabe?"

Old Hicks hesitated, his finger yet hovering about the trigger, his

eyes filled with doubt. There was some mystery in this affair he could

not in the least fathom, but he was obstinate and hard-headed.

"Yes, I know you all right, Mr. Sheriff," he returned, yet speaking

half angrily. "But I don't know what ye 're dippin' inter this yere

affair fer. I haven't any quarrel with you, ner any cause fer one.

But I have with that grinnin' cuss alongside o' yer. I 'll talk with

you all right, but Farnham will either mosey back ter his own den o'

thieves, 'er I 'll blow a hole plumb through him--that's flat. I don't

talk ter his kind."

The sheriff held up one hand, taking a single step forward, his face

grown sternly resolute.

"Mr. Farnham chances to be present as my deputy," he announced gravely.

"I don't know anything about a quarrel between you two men, and I care

less. I 'm here to enforce the law and arrest law-breakers. If you

decide to interfere between me and my duty I 'll know how to act. I

've smelt of the business end of a gun before to-day, and I guess

nobody ever saw Sam Hayes play baby when there was a fight on tap. If

there 's trouble between you and Farnham, have it out, and git done

with it in proper fashion, but just now he 's a sworn officer of the

law, and when you threaten him you threaten all Gulpin County. Do you

manage to digest that fact, Hicks?"

The sturdy old prospector, his face white with rage under the tan,

uncocked his rifle and dropped the butt heavily upon the earth, his

eyes wandering from the face of the sheriff to that of Winston.

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