... But me, nor any wan, nor yez, either, ever seen Neale
loike he wuz thin. He niver hesitated an inch, but wint roight fer
Durade. Any dom' fool, even a crazy greaser, would hev seen his
finish in Neale. Durade changed quick from hot to cold. An' he shot
Neale.
"Neale laughed. Funny ringin' sort of laugh, full of thot same joy
Durade hed sung out to Lee. Hate an' love of blood it wor. Yez would
hev thought Neale felt wonderful happy to sthop a bullet.
"Thin his hand shot out an' grabbed Durade.... He jerked him off his
feet an' swung him round. The little derringer flew, an' Sandy
McDermott wuz the mon who picked it up. It'll be Neale's whin I see
him.... Durade jabbered fer help. But no wan come. Thot big trapper
Slingerland stood there with two guns, an' shure he looked bad.
Neale slung Durade around, spillin' some fellars who didn't dodge
quick, an' thin he jerked him up backwards.
"An' Durade come up with a long knife in the one hand he had free.
"Neale yelled, 'Lee, take the gurl out!'
"I seen thin she hed fainted in Lee's arms. He lifted her--moved
away--an' thin I seen no more of thim.
"Durade made wild an' wicked lunges at Neale, only to be jerked off
his balance. I heerd the bones crack in the arm Neale held. The
greaser screamed. Sudden he wuz turned agin, an' swung backwards so
thot Neale grabbed the other arm--the wan wot held the knife.
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