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Chapter 92

           "Whatthedevilareyoutalkingabout?Thisbrute’sgotcaughtbythebridle.Iwasafraidhemightgetawayagain.Iwasgoingtocuthisdamnedthroatsoastomakesureofhim."

           "Ah,thet’swhatye’rearter.Wal,Ireck’nthur’snoneedtocutthecritter’sthroat.Wekinskewerit’ithoutthetsorto’bloodybizness.Itairthehoss’sthroatyemean,Is’pose?"

           "OfcourseImeanthehorse."

           "Incoorse.Asfortheman,someb’y’sdudthetforhimarreadyifitbeaman.Whatdoyoumakeo’it,MisterCashCalhoun?"

           "DamnedifIknowwhattomakeofit.Ihaven’thadtimetogetagoodlookatit.I’vejustthisminutecomeup.Byheaven!"hecontinues,feigningagrandsurprise,"Ibelieveit’sthebodyofaman;anddead!"

           "Thetlastairprobibbleenuf.’Tain’tlikelyhe’dbealivewi’noheadonhisshoulders.Thar’snoneundertheblanket,isthar?"

           "No;Ithinknot.Therecannotbe?"

           "Liftitaleetle,ansee."

           "Idon’tliketouchingit.It’ssuchacursedqueer-lookingthing."

           "Durnit,yewan’tsopartickleraminnitago.What’skimoveryenow?"

           "Ah!"stammersCalhoun,"Iwasexcitedwithchasingit.I’dgotangryatthedamnedthing,andwasdeterminedtoputanendtoitscapers."

           "Nevermindthen,"interposesZeb,"I’llmakeainspecshuno’it.Ye-es,"hecontinues,ridingnearer,andkeepinghiseyesfixeduponthestrangeshape.

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