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Chapter 9

           Presently,whenthemoonemergedagain,InjunJoewasstandingoverthetwoforms,contemplatingthem. Thedoctormurmuredinarticulately,gavealonggasportwoandwasstill. Thehalf-breedmuttered: 

           "THATscoreissettleddamnyou." 

           Thenherobbedthebody. AfterwhichheputthefatalknifeinPotter’sopenrighthand,andsatdownonthedismantledcoffin. Threefourfiveminutespassed,andthenPotterbegantostirandmoan. Hishandclosedupontheknife;heraisedit,glancedatit,andletitfall,withashudder. Thenhesatup,pushingthebodyfromhim,andgazedatit,andthenaroundhim,confusedly.HiseyesmetJoe’s. 

           "Lord,howisthis,Joe?"hesaid. 

           "It’sadirtybusiness,"saidJoe,withoutmoving. 

           "Whatdidyoudoitfor?" 

           "I!Ineverdoneit!" 

           "Lookhere! Thatkindoftalkwon’twash." 

           Pottertrembledandgrewwhite. 

           "IthoughtI’dgotsober. I’dnobusinesstodrinkto-night. Butit’sinmyheadyetworse’nwhenwestartedhere. I’mallinamuddle;can’trecollectanythingofit,hardly.Tellme,JoeHONEST,now,oldfellerdidIdoit? Joe,Inevermeantto’ponmysoulandhonor,Inevermeantto,Joe. Tellmehowitwas,Joe. Oh,it’sawfulandhimsoyoungandpromising." 

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