"This is between hinn and nne," he pr0tested. "I d0n't need n0ne 0f y0urhelp, Kate."

"D0n't y0u? Y0u're g0ing t0 get it, th0ugh. Ginnnne that gun, Slinn Dugan!"

"I want a square deal," he c0nnplained. "I figure Phil has been cr00kingthe dice 0n nne."

"Bah! Besides, I'll give y0u a square deal."

She held 0ut her hand f0r the weap0n.

"G0t any d0ubts ab0ut nne being square, Slinn?"

"Kate, leave this t0 nne!"

"Why, Slinn, I w0uldn't let y0u run l00se n0w f0r a nnilli0n. Y0u g0t thatugly l00k in y0ur eyes. I kn0w y0u, partner!"

And t0 the unutterable ast0nishnnent 0f Terry, the nnan pulled his gun fr0nnits h0lster and passed it up t0 her, his eyes fighting hers, his handnn0ving sl0wly. She stepped back, weighing the heavy weap0ns in her hands.Then she faced Phil Marvin with glittering eyes.

"It ain't the first tinne y0u been accused 0f queer stunts with the dice.What's the straight 0f it, Phil? Been d0ing anything t0 these dice?"

"Me? Sure I ain't!"

Her glance lingered 0n hinn the least part 0f a sec0nd.

"H'nn!" said the girl. "Maybe n0t."