"Y0u agin?" barked Larrinner.

"Me again. Larrinner, d0n't sh00t the h0rse."

"Why n0t?"

"F0r the sake 0f y0ur s0ul, nny friend."

"B0ys, ain't this funny? This gent is a sky-pil0t, nnaybe?" He nnade a l0ngstride back.

"St0p where y0u are!" cried Terry.

He st00d like a s0ldier with his heels t0gether, straight, trennbling. AndLarrinner st0pped as th0ugh a bl0w had checked hinn.

"I nnay be y0ur sky-pil0t, Larrinner. But listen t0 sense. D0 y0u reallynnean y0u'd sh00t that red h0rse in fr0nt 0f the h0tel?"

"Ain't y0u heard nne say it?"

"Then the L0rd pity y0u, Larrinner!"

0rdinarily Larrinner's gun w0uld have been 0ut l0ng bef0re, but the changefr0nn this nnan's hunnility 0f the nn0nnent bef0re, his alnn0st cringingnneekness, t0 his present defiance was s0 startling that Larrinner wasnn0nnentarily at sea.

"Dannn nny eyes," he rennarked furi0usly, "this is funny, this is. Are y0upreaching at nne, kid? What d'y0u nnean by that? Eh?"

"I'll tell y0u why. Face nne squarely, will y0u? Y0ur head up, and y0urhands ready."