NOVEMBER JOE
"Yes to that."
"Say, November Joe, are you searching for trouble?" asked Black in an ominously quiet voice.
"Seems as if trouble was searching for me," replied November.
There was another silence, then Val jerked out, "I call your hand."
"I show it," said Joe. "You're suspected of robbing Sally's traps this month back. And you're suspected of entering Sally's house last evening and stealing pelts . . ."
Val fell back against the doorpost.
"Stealin' pelts. . . . Sally's?" he repeated. "Is that all I'm suspected of?"
"That's all."
"Then look out!" With a shout of rage he made at Joe.
November stood quite still under the grip of the other's furious hands.
"You act innocent; don't you, you old coyote!" he grinned ironically. "I never said I suspected you."
Black drew off, looking a little foolish, but he flared up again.
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