Ted eyed him back fearlessly, but this time his hand rested upon the
handle of his revolver, and Stella, by his side, was on the alert also.
Shan Rhue was not one to be trusted, especially after he had met defeat.
After staring for a moment he spoke.
"I reckon yer beat me fair, young feller," he said, "although I don't
know yet how yer did it. But I want ter say ter yer now that this ain't
the end, by no means."
"That's all right," said Ted easily. "You keep out of my way, and you
will be all right."
"I go where I please, an' do what I please, an' ask ther right o' no
man," retorted Shan Rhue truculently.
"All right, go where you please, but don't run afoul of me," said Ted
sharply. "I don't want to have anything to do with such cattle as you,
and I don't propose to. Keep off my trail if you know when you're well
off. This is a friendly tip--take it or leave it."
"I don't want none o' yer tips," growled Shan Rhue. "Ye've beaten me,
an' I hate yer. Look out fer me next time, that's all."
"Yes, that's all.
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