. Connie Morgan in the fur country . er lies about trappin ? Thoughtwe wouldnt know Constable Morgan, of theMounted, did you? You was some big noise onthe Yukon, couple years back, wasnt you? Mostalways goin it alone an makin grandstand you was some stuff, didnt you? Theman paused for breath, and Connie scrutinizedhis face, but could not remember to have seen himbefore. He shifted his glance to the other, whohad returned to the edge of the bunk, and wasregarding him with a sneering smirk. Hello, Mr. Squigg, he said, in a voice underperfect control. * Still up to your old crookedn
. Connie Morgan in the fur country . er lies about trappin ? Thoughtwe wouldnt know Constable Morgan, of theMounted, did you? You was some big noise onthe Yukon, couple years back, wasnt you? Mostalways goin it alone an makin grandstand you was some stuff, didnt you? Theman paused for breath, and Connie scrutinizedhis face, but could not remember to have seen himbefore. He shifted his glance to the other, whohad returned to the edge of the bunk, and wasregarding him with a sneering smirk. Hello, Mr. Squigg, he said, in a voice underperfect control. * Still up to your old crookedness,are you? Its a wonder to me theyve let you livethis long. The big man interrupted. Know him, doyou? But you dont know me. Well, Ill tellyou who I be, and I guess youll know what yerup against. Im Black Moran! Black Moran! cried the boy. Why, BlackMoran was Was drounded when he tried to shoot themPelly Rapids about three jumps ahead of thepolice boat, was he? Well, thats what they saidbut he wasnt, by a long sight. When the canoe. The Passing of Black Mo ran 219 smashed I went under all right but the currentthrowd me into a eddy, an when the police boatwent down through the chute I was hangin bymy fingers to a rock. The floater they foundlater in the lower river an said was me, was some-one else—but I didnt take the trouble to set emright—not by a jug full, I didnt. It suited meto a T. So youre the specimen that murdered old manKinney for his dust and Yup, Im the party. An theys a heft ofother stuff theyve got charged up agin me—overon the Yukon side. But they aint huntin me,cause they think Im dead. There was a coldglitter in the mans eye and his voice took on ataunting note. Still playin a lone hand, eh?Well, it got you at last, didnt it? Guess youvesaw the handwritin on the wall by this time. Youaint a-goin no place from here. Youve playedyer string out. This here country aint the aint nobody, nor nothin here to prevent amans doin just what he wants to. T
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