A Past Master Draws Cards
"'Tell Red his pants wear well,'" floated up to him out of the canyon.
Johnny moved a little and leaned farther over after a glance at the black sky assured him that he would not be silhouetted for a marksman below.
"'Does William, Junior, chew tobacco?'" persisted the whisper.
Johnny wriggled back and sat bolt upright, incredulous, doubting his senses. "What th' devil!" he muttered. "Am I loco?"
"'We was scared he'd die,'" continued the canyon.
Taking another good look down the threatening trail, Johnny wriggled to the edge and again looked down.
"'Pete paid Red th' eight dollars,'" said the chasm, a little louder and with a note of irritation.
"Who th' devil are you?" demanded Johnny loudly.
"Not so loud. Luke Tedrue," whispered the darkness. "How many of them skunks are around here?"
"Yo're a liar!" retorted Johnny angrily. "An' a fool!"
"Go to th' devil!" snapped the canyon.
"Come around in daylight an' I'll send you to him!" growled Johnny. "Think I'm a fool?"
There was no answer, and, fearful of a trick, Johnny wriggled back to his snug cover at the head of the
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