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IN THE DEVIL'S FRYING-PAN trap 'fore yuh got inside, 'cause they shore aimed t' occupy this nest uh rocks theirselves, with you fellers down there in the Fryin'-pan where they could git at yuh.

"Thar's one of 'em up on the rim-rock—see 'im?—standin' thar, by granny, like he was darin' somebody t' cut loose! Here, Lite, you spill some lead up thar. We'll learn 'im t' act up smart—"

"Hey, hold on!" Luck grabbed Lite's arm as he was raising his rifle for a close shot at the fellow. "Don't shoot! Don't you see? That's the peace-sign he's making!"

"Well, now, dang it, he better be makin' peace signs!" growled Applehead querulously, and sat down heavily on a shelf of the rock. Cause Lite, here, shore woulda tuk an ear off'n him in another minute, now I'm tellin' ye!" 273