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knows how!—the man as well. He shed this bandage in the straw!"
"Let me pass!" cried Irralie. "This instant—or I call for help!"
The answer came with a crisp, metallic click:
"Call at your peril! I should be sorry to inconvenience a lady of your spirit, but the slightest sound will compel me to put a bullet through your heart!"
"Mr. Fullarton!" gasped the girl.
"Not a bit of it," he replied. "Between ourselves, they call me Stingaree!"
