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The Long Trail
"He’sadownrightmurderer,Iknow,"wasthedog-musher’scomment.
WeedonScottlookedathimsuspiciously.
"Itwouldneverdo,"hesaiddecisively.
"Itwouldneverdo!"Mattconcurred."Whyyou’dhavetohireaman‘speciallytotakecareof‘m."
Theothersuspicionwasallayed.Henoddedcheerfully. Inthesilencethatfollowed,thelow,half-sobbingwhinewasheardatthedoorandthenthelong,questingsniff.
"There’snodenyin’hethinksahellofalotofyou,"Mattsaid.
Theotherglaredathiminsuddenwrath. "Damnitall,man!Iknowmyownmindandwhat’sbest!"
"I’magreein’withyou,only..."
"Onlywhat?"Scottsnappedout.
"Only..."thedog-musherbegansoftly,thenchangedhismindandbetrayedarisingangerofhisown. "Well,youneedn’tgetsoall-firedhetupaboutit.Judgin’byyouractionsone’dthinkyoudidn’tknowyourownmind."
WeedonScottdebatedwithhimselfforawhile,andthensaidmoregently: "Youareright,Matt.Idon’tknowmyownmind,andthat’swhat’sthetrouble."
"Why,itwouldberankridiculousnessformetotakethatdogalong,"hebrokeoutafteranotherpause.
