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Do you think I'm done for?" he asked in a tortured whisper.

Nothin' doin'," lied Billy cheerfully. "Just a scratch. You'll be all right in a day or

two."

Eddie shook his head wearily. "I wish I could believe you," he said. "I ben figgerin'

on goin' back to see maw. I ain't thought o' nothin' else since you told me 'bout

how she missed me. I ken see her right now just like I was there. I'll bet she's

scrubbin' the kitchen floor. Maw was always a-scrubbin' somethin'. Gee! but it's

tough to cash in like this just when I was figgerin' on goin' home."

Billy couldn't think of anything to say. He turned to look up and down the canyon

in search of the enemy.

Home!" whispered Eddie. "Home!"

Aw, shucks!" said Billy kindly. "You'll get home all right, kid. The boys must a-

heard the shootin' an' they'll be along in no time now. Then we'll clean up this

bunch o' coons an' have you back to El Orobo an' nursed into shape in no time."

Eddie tried to smile as he looked up into the other's face. He reached a hand out

and laid it on Billy's arm.

"You're all right, old man," he whispered. "I know you're lyin' an' so do you; but it

makes me feel better anyway to have you say them things."

Billy felt as one who has been caught stealing from a blind man. The only

adequate reply of which he could think was, "Aw, shucks!"

"Say," said Eddie after a moment's silence, "if you get out o' here an' ever go back

to the States promise me you'll look up maw and paw an' tell 'em I was comin'

home--to stay. Tell 'em I died decent, too, will you--died like paw was always a-

tellin' me my granddad died, fightin' Injuns 'round Fort Dodge somewheres."

"Sure," said Billy; "I'll tell 'em. Gee! Look who's comin' here," and as he spoke he

flattened himself to the ground just as a bullet pinged against the rock above his

head and the report of a rifle sounded from up the canyon. "That guy most got

me. I'll have to be 'tendin' to business better'n this."

He drew himself slowly up upon his elbows, his carbine ready in his hand, and

peered through a small aperture between two of the rocks which composed his

breastwork. Then he stuck the muzzle of the weapon through, took aim and

pulled the trigger.

Didje get him?" asked Eddie.

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The Mucker