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 the tortuous entrance into that secret valley of the outlaws called the Teapot Spout. Hung across her saddle bow was a blue gingham apron knotted about a small bundle of clothing and the tin box containing her father's sheep books, three dollars and forty-five cents in silver and a photograph of a young man and his bride who had looked upon a road to happiness many years back.

Original Bill Blunt lay still unconscious on the floor of the deserted cabin while his little horse Tige whinnied and pawed the ground impatiently in the dooryard.