"You'll have your hands full a-settlin' with Pawnee."
"Bah! I am not afraid of him. He had me foul over to the Golden Pick, but I'll be careful when next we meet. But I'll not waste time with you here, Rasco. I've got you alone and dead men tell no tales."
"Alone?" Jack Rasco began to smile. "You're mistaken. Look behind you."
Stillwater started, but did not look back.
"That's an old dodge, Rasco, but you can't work it off on me. I have you alone and I'm going to end the business right here."
"Not yet!" cried a youthful voice behind Stillwater, and crash! down came a heavy stick, hitting the gambler squarely upon the head and sending him with a thud to the earth.
As Stillwater went down, Rasco leaped forward and came down upon him. But this movement was useless. The rascal was more than three-quarters knocked out and lay for several minutes helpless.
"I owe you one fer that, Dick Arbuckle!" cried Rasco, gratefully. "Yer came in the nick o' time!" Now the peril was over the boomer dropped back into his own peculiar manner of speech.
"I am glad I happened this way," returned Dick,
