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 unshaven face and mop of oily black hair, so long that it was beginning to curl, Dibert commented:

" He ain't what you'd call pretty — I've no idee he has to keep a rock handy to stone off the ladies."

But Bowers was searching his mind in the endeavor to recall where he had seen those curious eyes with the muddy blue-gray iris. It came to him so suddenly that he shouted it:

" I know himl It's the feller that Mowed up my wagon! It's the — that killed Mary! "