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 behind a store, and found him working in his shirt-sleeves.

"Good-mornin', Bailey," said the Major, as he spread out the tails of his frock-coat and sat on the corner of the table.

"Good-morning, Major," replied the Englishman, who was long and thin and fair, and obviously good-tempered though somewhat worried and anxious.

"Do you carry a pistol now?" asked the Major.

Bailey shook his head.

"Humph," said the Major, "you don't! I reckoned you didn't. Colonel Briggs let on you didn't. Mebbe you've got a knife?"

"No," said Bailey, "certainly not."

"Got a shot-gun?" asked the Major anxiously.

Bailey smiled.

"Why, no. Major, I don't hunt any."

The Major nodded.

"Ever been hunted any?" he asked shortly. "There's this matter between you and Crowle, now. I hear you've won your case over to Fort Worth."