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The Clinging Death
"Correct,"Scottanswered,passingthemoneyovertohim."Aman’sgothisrights.Butyou’renotaman.You’reabeast."
"WaittillIgetbacktoDawson,"BeautySmiththreatened."I’llhavethelawonyou."
"IfyouopenyourmouthwhenyougetbacktoDawson,I’llhaveyourunoutoftown.Understand?"
BeautySmithrepliedwithagrunt.
"Understand?"theotherthunderedwithabruptfierceness.
"Yes,"BeautySmithgrunted,shrinkingaway.
"Yeswhat?"
"Yes,sir,"BeautySmithsnarled.
"Lookout!He’llbite!"someoneshouted,andaguffawoflaughterwentup.
Scottturnedhisbackonhim,andreturnedtohelpthedog-musher,whowasworkingoverWhiteFang.
Someofthemenwerealreadydeparting;othersstoodingroups,lookingonandtalking. TimKeenanjoinedoneofthegroups.
"Who’sthatmug?"heasked.
"WeedonScott,"someoneanswered.
"AndwhoinhellisWeedonScott?"thefaro-dealerdemanded.
