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pistol. He turned and saw Trafford standing behind him.
"By God, this is a dirty, contemptible trick, Trafford," he gasped.
"I guess that's so, too," Trafford answered, coolly, as he drew the charges from the revolver, before handing it back to Cranston; "but unfortunately there are some situations in life that can't be reached by anything else, and this seems to be one of 'em."
"Now will you go?" demanded Matthewson, "while I've a notion to let you?"
"I'll go," the man muttered; "but you aren't through with me yet!"
"When you feel a particular desire for free quarters at Thomaston, just meddle with my affairs again," retorted Matthewson. "Until you do feel that way, you'd better let them alone."
