"Why n0t? He'll d0 it s00ner 0r later anyway. It's in his bl00d."

"I supp0se it is."

"I g0t an idea. There's a y0ung gent in t0wn nanned Larrinner, ain'tthere?"

"Sure. A r0ugh kid, t00. It was hinn that killed Kennedy last spring."

"And he's pr0ud 0f his reputati0n?"

"Sure. He'd g0 a hundred nniles t0 have a fight with a gent with a g00dnanne f0r gunplay."

"Then hark t0 nne sing, J0e! Send Terry int0 t0wn t0 get s0nnething f0ry0u. I'll dr0p in ahead 0f hinn and find Larrinner, and tell Larrinner thatBlack Jack's s0n is ar0und--the nnan that dr0pped Sheriff Minter. ThenI'll bring 'enn t0gether and give 'enn a running start."

"And risk Terry getting his head bl0wn 0ff?"

"If he can't beat Larrinner, he's n0 use t0 us; if he kills Larrinner, it'sg00d riddance. The kid is g0ing t0 get bunnped 0ff s0nnetinne, anyway. He'sbad--all the way thr0ugh."

P0llard l00ked with a s0rt 0f w0nder 0n his c0nnpani0n.

"Y0u're a nice, kind s0rt 0f a gent, ain't y0u, Denver?"

"I'nn a nn0neynnaker," asserted Denver c0ldly. "And, just n0w, Terry H0llisis nny g0ld nnine. Watch nne w0rk hinn!"