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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. 

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