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As they approached the stream, he remarked, "I say, Bute, it's too
bad we can't use the pasteboards while on the jog; but I can win a
five out of you by an old game of ours. I bet you I can empty my
revolver quicker 'n you can."
"We'd better save our amernition and make no noise."
"Oh, pshaw! I always have better luck when I'm free and careless
like. It's your sneaking fellers that always get caught. Besides,
who'll notice? This little game is common enough all through the
mountains, and everybody knows that there's no mischief in such
kind of firing. I want to win back some of my money."
"Well, then, take you up; go ahead."
Instantly from Brandt's pistol there were six reports following
one another so quickly that they could scarcely be distinguished.
"Now beat that if you can!" cried Brandt, who had a second and
concealed revolver ready for an emergency.
"The fool!" thought Bute, "to put himself at the marcy of any man.
I can pluck him to-night like a winged pa'tridge;" but he too
fired almost as quickly as his companion.


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