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I won't stay but a few moments."
Mr. Alford felt that it was best to comply, for some one might
come and find them talking in the hall. When Brandt entered the
apartment, he threw himself into a chair and laughed in his low
careless style as he said, "Well, I almost bagged my game to-
night, and would have done so had not three of your men, returning
from the tavern, interfered."
"There's a party out looking for you now."
"I know it; but I've put them on the wrong trail. What I want to
learn is, will Bute live?"
"Yes; your shot made a long flesh-wound just above his shoulders.
A little closer, and it would have cut his vertebrae and finished
him. He has lost a good deal of blood, and could not be moved for
some days except at some risk."
"You are sure of that?"
"Yes."
"Well, he may have to incur the risk. I only wish to be certain
that he will not take it on his own act at once. You'll soon miss
him in any event."
"The sooner the better. I wish your aim had been surer."
"That wasn't my good luck. Next time I'll have to shoot closer or
else take him alive.


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