He caught the old squaw by
the arm and threw her down.
"So you let the white squaw go, did you?" he asked. "And how much was
you paid for it?" But the poor old wretch only shrank closer to the
ground and moaned her protests that she had nothing to do with the
escape of the white squaw.
Shan Rhue strode toward the tent, behind which Ted was crouching with
his hand on his revolver.
Shan Rhue threw open the front of the tent and looked within. Then he
straightened up, and caught a glimpse of Ted, whom he did not at first
recognize in the gloom.
He reached in his powerful right arm to pull the intruder out, and
looked into the muzzle of Ted's six-shooter, behind which he now saw
Ted's smiling face.
At that he straightened up with a loud laugh that filled the Hole in the
Wall and reverberated from side to side.
"Well, of all the luck," he shouted. "This has worked out just as I
expected. I knew that if I got ther gal in yere that you'd be after her,
an' here you are. Well, my bucko, you remember what I said about getting
even with you.
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