At the same moment Bud caught Hatrack by the bridle and led him out of
the crowd, for he knew what was impending.
"I say it don't go," shouted Ben. "This man, who is in league with that
old crook, Norris, declares a foul. I say there was no foul."
"How does the other judge go?" called a voice.
"He declines to give a voice in the matter," answered Ben.
"Throw the coyote down here, and we'll help him make up his mind,"
called the foreman of the Running Water. "If he's too much of a coward
to decide for the right, we'll help him. Throw him over."
The foreman of the Running Water was a formidable-looking man.
He was tall and sinewy, with a seamed and scarred face, a map of many
battles with the elements, the wild animals of mountain and plain, and
with his fellow men.
He was heavily armed, and the town gamblers knew him for a bad fighter
when he was aroused.
"Stick fer ther big show," he said to Ted, who was standing beside him.
"I've got the boys bunched back there on the edge of the crowd.
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