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There he lay on his back. his legs
and arms spread eagled abroad. his
body displaying the flattened appear
ance a corpse assumes for the first
few hours after death. Rates. throat
had been slit from ear TO ear. His
head was cut opensand lay in pool
OF blood. His face was scored with
scratches There was blood on his
coat and vest and shirt, they found
on examination. The district at
torney ripped open the shirt and
found four distinct stab wounds in
the region Of Rates. heart From
one Of these wounds protruded the
broken end OF a broad-bladed knife.
Pull It out" urged sam Larder.
with a slight shudder his fat face so
white that It showed green in the
moonlight.
Been dead about two hours"
proffered the marshal
About that" agreed Felix. What
you lookin' at. Arthur"
This" replied the district attor-
ney. holding up the handle of the
Dutcher knlIe.
With his fingers he traced two ini-
tials on the wood. The initials were
T. W.
"You can't tell me" said the dis
trict attorney, belligerently. that
this butcher knife didn't come from
the Walton ranch"
sam Larder stated his belief at
once "She couldn't have done it.
Arthur. Why Rates. carved up like
an issue steer. She"
shes a woman" interrupted the
district attorney. And a woman
will do anything when her dander is
up. And we know what this particu-
lar woman will do when she's mad.
Didn't she try 70 split open Nate
Samson's head when he was hardly
more than joking with her? tell
/ you this Hazel Walton is a muir
| deress, and I'm going TO see her
hung"
CHAPTER XIV.
( Behind the corral Of Guerilla Mel
ody. at the tip end of Golden Bar.
Main Street, a small spring dubbed
to life amid rocks.
On the night of the first Of April,
Guerilla reached the spring at eleven
/ o'clock
81 thought you we're never com
ing" announced a peevish voice.
i've been waiting here since nine
o'clock"
You talk much louder. Bill" said
! Guerilla calmly, and you'll wait
here a while longer-say about 90
years longer or 10, il the Judge feels
good -natured. Man alive, amt you
got any sense? ,"
81 was lonesome" Billy excused
himself. i've got to talk to some
body. And anyway, a Teller hardly
ever gets more'n 10 years for a
hold-up where nobody's killed"
But where somebody IS killed the
penalty IS worth considerin, point
ed out Guerilla Melody. "ASa Tip
/ O'Gorman was found yesterday
morning lying on the floor of his
front room dead as Julius Caesar,
with your quirt beside him, and your
snakeskin hatband inside the door.
: Tip killed, Tip"
Eyes, Tip. and on account of the
quirt and the hatband there's a war
rant issued for you for the murder,
and two posses are out looking for
you"
81 saw them" said Billy placidly.
and Tip amt the only one
cashed. Rafe Tuckleton passed out
last night"
HOWE"
Throat cut. head cut. and three
knife cuts through his heart. Hazel
Walton is In jail charged with the
job"
Billy Wingo stiffened where he sat.
Hazel Walton i'm jail. For an instant
he couldn't realize it.
What evidence is there against
Hazel2" Billy cut in sharply
"In the first place there's the
knife that killed Rafe." said Guerilla
seating himself beside his friend I'm
! the shadow of the rock. "ButcheE
knife with T. w on the handle that
( Hazel admitted was hers when they
showed II to her But she said Dan
Silke had taken the knife-stuck 10
in his boot when he left Then there
was Rates. own gun which Hazel
had lying on her kitchen table,
/ showing he'd been there. She ad-
mitted that. too. but said he'd at
| tackled her. and she'd managed TO
get hold OF his gun after the clock
fell on him. and drive him out"
"Is that alp" asked Billy.
"Lemme get my breath" Guerilla
/ begged Indignantly. NO. Il amt
all. The district attorney says those
! supplies were bought for you ana