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of meal--when head-over-heels in a real scrap
Perk counted his opponents as so much junk
whose fate it was to be handled without
ceremony and yet after the row was over, no one
could be more solicitous about binding up their
hurts than Gabe Perkiser.

"Use the rope to fasten his ankles together,"
advised Jack, standing guard meanwhile with
his automatic ready for business and his keen
eyes roving around in search of signs along the
trouble line, and knot it half a dozen times so it
would take a knife blade to get free."

ocr>   "All done up brown and slick, Jack old boss,
fix>   "All done up brown and slick, Jack old hoss,
now what?" announced Perk a minute or so
later.

"Clap that new pair of bracelets on his wrists,"
further explained the head pilot briskly, "and be
sure to frisk him for a gat or even a knife. You
ocr>   see, we're going to have our nands full with the
fix>   see, we're going to have our hands full with the
boss and can't fool around with this chap any
longer."

ocr>   "His name is Mud I" scornfully declared Perk
fix>   "His name is Mud!" scornfully declared Perk
briskly as he completed his task with the manner
of one to whom it had become an old story.

The fellow, it seemed, had recovered his
senses for he tried to bite Perk's hand and received
a solid thump on the head for his pains.

"So far, good," Jack was saying, half to himself.
"Now let's move along to the house and

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