"I wouldn't spend anudder night in this dump," heconcluded, "for both them pockets full of swag The0skaloosa Kid's packin' around."

Immediately all eyes turned upon the flushing youth. The girl and Bridge could not prevent their own gazesfrom wandering to the bulging coat pockets, the ownerof which moved uneasily, at last shooting a look of defi-ance, not unmixed with pleading, at Bridge.

"He's a bad one," interjected Dopey Charlie, a glintof cunning inside his ordinarily glassy eyes. "He flashes acouple o' mitsful of sparklers, chesty-like, and allows ashow he's a regular burglar. Then he pulls a gun on me,as wasn't doin' nothin' to him, and 'most croaks me. It'seven money that if anyone's been croaked in 0akdalelast evening they won't have to look far for the guy thatdone it. Least-wise they won't have to look far if hedoesn't come across," and Dopey Charlie looked mean-ingly and steadily at the side pockets of The 0skaloosaKid.

"I think," said Bridge, after a moment of general si-lence, "that you two crooks had better beat it. Do youget me?" and he looked from Dopey Charlie to The Gen-eral and back again.