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@@ -30,13 +30,13 @@ one.
 
 There were three other men in the office with Brick, seated in chairs
 near the desk; three serious-faced men who waited for Brick to speak.
-One of them was Bill Grant, a tall, sour-faced, middle-aged man, with a
-wispy mustache and a nervous manner. Another was Al Hendricks, heavy-
-set, dark-complexioned, slow of speech; while the third was Sam Leach,
-slight of physique, bat-eared and inclined to be sarcastic. Grant and
-Hendricks were ranchers, while Leach was a cattle-buyer. And the three
-of them composed the Board of Commissioners of Sun Dog County, of which
-Brick Davidson was the sheriff.
+One of them was Bill Grant, a tall, sour-faced, middle-aged man, with
+a wispy mustache and a nervous manner. Another was Al Hendricks,
+heavy-set, dark-complexioned, slow of speech; while the third was Sam
+Leach, slight of physique, bat-eared and inclined to be sarcastic.
+Grant and Hendricks were ranchers, while Leach was a cattle-buyer.
+And the three of them composed the Board of Commissioners of Sun Dog
+County, of which Brick Davidson was the sheriff.
 
 Brick lighted his cigaret and shifted his eyes to the three men.
 
@@ -112,8 +112,8 @@ cashier, who admitted that he was so frightened that he did not know
 which way they went after leaving the bank, nor whether they were on
 foot or mounted.
 
-And now the county commissioners were employing a professional thief-
-catcher. Brick reshaped his cigaret and smiled.
+And now the county commissioners were employing a professional
+thief-catcher. Brick reshaped his cigaret and smiled.
 
 “He’ll prob’ly catch ’em,” Brick mused aloud.
 
@@ -284,11 +284,12 @@ less of a joke as a candidate. He operated the stage lines from an
 office in Silverton, where he could be found at nearly all times,
 reciting his own deeds of valor.
 
-Hank was tall and angular, with a raspy voice and a wonderful vocabulary
-of profanity, gained from driving stage teams. He wore his gun in a
-shoulder-holster, because his hips were too thin to support a belt, and
-his favorite amusement was shooting magpies on the wing with a thirty-
-thirty rifle. This latter branded him as a fairly good rifle shot.
+Hank was tall and angular, with a raspy voice and a wonderful
+vocabulary of profanity, gained from driving stage teams. He wore his
+gun in a shoulder-holster, because his hips were too thin to support a
+belt, and his favorite amusement was shooting magpies on the wing with
+a thirty-thirty rifle. This latter branded him as a fairly good rifle
+shot.
 
 “They brought me some very good news,” said Brick. “When it comes to
 bringin’ good cheer, they’re a fine flock of buzzards. Sun Dog County is
@@ -382,12 +383,12 @@ continuously. He was never short on conversation, except when asleep.
 Silent was slow of movement, because of his great size, except when the
 occasion demanded speed; but he was not slow of temper.
 
-Harp Harris was slow to anger, but loved trouble. He could ride anything
-he could saddle, and rope with deadly accuracy. But his favorite
-occupation was playing the jew’s-harp. And no one except Harp could
-recognize his tunes; but there was something about that weird _tung-g-
-ging_ that soothed the soul of the lean, angular cowpuncher and caused
-him to relax and close his eyes in ecstasy.
+Harp Harris was slow to anger, but loved trouble. He could ride
+anything he could saddle, and rope with deadly accuracy. But his
+favorite occupation was playing the jew’s-harp. And no one except Harp
+could recognize his tunes; but there was something about that weird
+_tung-g-ging_ that soothed the soul of the lean, angular cowpuncher and
+caused him to relax and close his eyes in ecstasy.
 
 Just now he placed the instrument between his teeth, relaxed against the
 wall and struck a preliminary note.
@@ -428,9 +429,9 @@ nostrils, and snapped the tie-rope on a backward surge.
 A cowboy spat out a curse, ran into the street from a saloon and
 cornered the animal before it had a chance to leave for parts unknown.
 That the idle population of Silverton was interested in Mose La Clede’s
-grizzly was attested by the fact that most of them were already crowding
-around the cage, which was placed in the street in front of the stage-
-office.
+grizzly was attested by the fact that most of them were already
+crowding around the cage, which was placed in the street in front of
+the stage-office.
 
 La Clede had trapped the animal in the Smoky Hills, where he had kept it
 until making a deal with an Eastern zoo. It was a full-grown specimen,
@@ -838,8 +839,8 @@ as a cowpuncher.”
 “He ought to be worth forty a month,” mused Brick.
 
 Leach scowled slightly. He had crossed verbal swords with Brick before,
-and he knew that the red-headed sheriff carried a sharp weapon in range-
-repartee. Brick looked up quickly.
+and he knew that the red-headed sheriff carried a sharp weapon in
+range-repartee. Brick looked up quickly.
 
 “Seems to me that yo’re takin’ a —— of a lot of interest in my office,
 Leach.”
@@ -1797,12 +1798,12 @@ looked at Baldy Malloy?”
 
 Brick yawned widely and drew the blanket up around his neck.
 
-“I dunno how much of a detective he is,” decided Brick, “but he’s a gun-
-man, if there ever was one. Mister Santel, me and you may not travel
-well together, but I ain’t goin’ to choose you in case I’m lookin’ for
-trouble. You’re a salty son-of-a-gun, even if yuh do decorate yore
-leather panties with dude buttons; and if you don’t mind I’d kinda like
-to be on yore side.”
+“I dunno how much of a detective he is,” decided Brick, “but he’s a
+gun-man, if there ever was one. Mister Santel, me and you may not
+travel well together, but I ain’t goin’ to choose you in case I’m
+lookin’ for trouble. You’re a salty son-of-a-gun, even if yuh do
+decorate yore leather panties with dude buttons; and if you don’t mind
+I’d kinda like to be on yore side.”
 
                  *        *        *        *        *
 
@@ -2295,8 +2296,8 @@ Brick shook his head and got to his feet.
 
 “I wonder if I could have a little talk with Fields?”
 
-“Sure thing. He’s in that big building on the other side of the cook-
-shack. You know him?”
+“Sure thing. He’s in that big building on the other side of the
+cook-shack. You know him?”
 
 “Nope, but I can find him.”
 
@@ -2477,10 +2478,10 @@ were other big mining crews at Redrock, but that was too far away for
 any one to transport the meat at a profit.
 
 Finally he decided to take a closer view of the place; so he spurred
-down the bluff trail and rode boldly up to the old ranch-house. A half-
-breed woman came to the door, as he dismounted, shading her eyes from
-the sun. She was a slatternly looking woman, poorly dressed, bare of
-feet.
+down the bluff trail and rode boldly up to the old ranch-house. A
+half-breed woman came to the door, as he dismounted, shading her eyes
+from the sun. She was a slatternly looking woman, poorly dressed, bare
+of feet.
 
 “Howdy,” grinned Brick. “You Mrs. Mostano?”
 
@@ -2700,10 +2701,10 @@ Leach, and he knew that such a statement would rankle in Leach’s bosom
 for quite a while.
 
 That someone had mistaken Santel for him—Brick—was almost a certainty,
-Brick decided. Just what Santel was doing in that part of the hills, he
-had no idea. Brick had left the Red Hill mine and had ridden up the hog-
-back in full view of the mine. It was possible that Mostano had seen him
-and had tried to kill him.
+Brick decided. Just what Santel was doing in that part of the hills,
+he had no idea. Brick had left the Red Hill mine and had ridden up the
+hog-back in full view of the mine. It was possible that Mostano had
+seen him and had tried to kill him.
 
 It was not a place frequented by cowboys, and it would have been easy
 for Mostano to mistake Santel for Brick, as they were both mounted on
@@ -2711,10 +2712,11 @@ sorrel horses. At any rate, thought Brick, Joe Mostano was worth
 watching.
 
 Santel’s statement regarding the county commissioners set Brick to
-thinking. Just what would it make them sorry for him to find out, he
-wondered? Miss Miller had recognized Santel as being a bad man—a gun-
-fighter. According to her, Santel had been a hired gun-man for the sheep
-interests, and had been suspected of murdering two cowpunchers in Idaho.
+thinking. Just what would it make them sorry for him to find out,
+he wondered? Miss Miller had recognized Santel as being a bad man—a
+gun-fighter. According to her, Santel had been a hired gun-man for the
+sheep interests, and had been suspected of murdering two cowpunchers in
+Idaho.
 
 Brick was willing to discount the murder statement. He knew that, under
 those circumstances, an ordinary killing would be termed murder. Santel
@@ -2780,9 +2782,9 @@ tries to break into jail—stop ’em, Harp.”
 keep the place sanitary. I’ve got a new tune, Brick. Listen to this,
 will yuh? It’s a dinger. Wa-a-ait a minute!”
 
-But Brick ducked out through the doorway and hurried up to the hitch-
-rack, where Soapy waited for him. Harp got up and went to the doorway,
-where he watched Soapy and Brick drive out of town.
+But Brick ducked out through the doorway and hurried up to the
+hitch-rack, where Soapy waited for him. Harp got up and went to the
+doorway, where he watched Soapy and Brick drive out of town.
 
 Slim Hunter was dismounting in front of Wesson’s store, so Harp wandered
 up there. Slim was talking to Cale Wesson about putting up an
@@ -3089,8 +3091,8 @@ mop of blond hair and a knack of talking about everything that was none
 of her business.
 
 “Charley’s up at the bank,” she told Brick. “He went up to do a little
-work. Won’t you come in? You’re Mr. Davidson, the sheriff, ain’tcha? Uh-
-huh, I’m Mrs. Meecham. Come on in and set down in the parlor.
+work. Won’t you come in? You’re Mr. Davidson, the sheriff, ain’tcha?
+Uh-huh, I’m Mrs. Meecham. Come on in and set down in the parlor.
 
 “Nice weather, ain’t it? Charley will be back pretty soon, I think. How
 is everythin’ in Marlin City? I met your new school-teacher at the last
@@ -3265,12 +3267,12 @@ he would find out from Soapy just how he happened to employ Charley
 Meecham.
 
 “It’s kinda danged funny, anyway,” observed Brick, as he rode back
-through the night. “Leach got established, and then he gets his brother-
-in-law to come down. Then comes Hank Stagg and Baldy Malloy. They used
-to work for the same outfit. I’ll sure have to talk with Soapy about
-this. But if Meecham knew anythin’ about Soapy takin’ that payroll to
-the Red Hill he didn’t show it. Mebbe I’m barkin’ up the wrong tree, I
-dunno.”
+through the night. “Leach got established, and then he gets his
+brother-in-law to come down. Then comes Hank Stagg and Baldy Malloy.
+They used to work for the same outfit. I’ll sure have to talk with
+Soapy about this. But if Meecham knew anythin’ about Soapy takin’ that
+payroll to the Red Hill he didn’t show it. Mebbe I’m barkin’ up the
+wrong tree, I dunno.”
 
                  *        *        *        *        *
 
@@ -3630,10 +3632,10 @@ got a fool idea, tha’sall. C’mon.”
 “And I’m here to state that Brick Davidson is jist about all through
 bein’ sheriff of this county.”
 
-Ike Welden, driver of the Redrock stage, hooked his prominent shoulder-
-blades over the top of the Dollar Down bar and spat viciously. Ike was a
-sallow-complexioned young man, with wry-neck, tobacco-stained chin and
-very bony wrists.
+Ike Welden, driver of the Redrock stage, hooked his prominent
+shoulder-blades over the top of the Dollar Down bar and spat viciously.
+Ike was a sallow-complexioned young man, with wry-neck, tobacco-stained
+chin and very bony wrists.
 
 Ike had little imagination, which made him dangerous. Danger had little
 terrors for him, because his mind was of the single-track variety, and
@@ -4129,9 +4131,9 @@ old feedstore and went up to the back door. There was someone going away
 from the rear of the office, going past the little stable, and Silent
 wondered who this might be.
 
-It looked suspicious to Silent, who started after this mysteriously-
-acting person, but turned and came back to the door. He felt that there
-was no use in chasing around in the dark after someone.
+It looked suspicious to Silent, who started after this
+mysteriously-acting person, but turned and came back to the door. He
+felt that there was no use in chasing around in the dark after someone.
 
 “Anyway, I dunno who he is,” said Silent to himself. “Mebbe it’s all
 right. Hey, Brick!”
@@ -4290,11 +4292,11 @@ Harp flexed his arm carefully and grimaced a little.
 “It ain’t goin’ to stop me,” he declared. “But it sure had me guessin’.
 My shirt’s all blood, but the cut is sealed shut.”
 
-The Mostano family kept house in one room only. There was a rusty cook-
-stove, on which was a greasy looking stew-kettle and a battered frying-
-pan. A home-made table fitted into one corner, on which was piled the
-rest of their utensils. In the other corner was a built-in bunk, with a
-collection of tumbled blankets.
+The Mostano family kept house in one room only. There was a rusty
+cook-stove, on which was a greasy looking stew-kettle and a battered
+frying-pan. A home-made table fitted into one corner, on which was
+piled the rest of their utensils. In the other corner was a built-in
+bunk, with a collection of tumbled blankets.
 
 The floor was filthy and the air was filled with odors of long-departed
 food. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling in profusion.
@@ -4430,10 +4432,10 @@ hurry across to the bunk, where she picked up the crying baby.
 
 “Goin’ to take him with yuh?” queried Brick.
 
-The woman shook her head, as she wrapped the baby in a piece of bright-
-colored blanket. Brick grinned and stepped back to the connecting door.
-For some reason he was suspicious of this woman. Still he could not see
-where she could do them any harm.
+The woman shook her head, as she wrapped the baby in a piece of
+bright-colored blanket. Brick grinned and stepped back to the
+connecting door. For some reason he was suspicious of this woman. Still
+he could not see where she could do them any harm.
 
 She was crooning an Indian song to the youngster, as she bundled him up
 well and placed him on the bunk. Harp was still standing near the front
@@ -5327,8 +5329,8 @@ while.”
 “No-o-o, I guess not. I just wanted to ask Jimmy how one of his saddles
 happens to have a bullet-hole in the cantle.”
 
-“One of his saddles?” The youth squinted at Brick, as he lighted a limp-
-looking cigaret. “I didn’t know about that.”
+“One of his saddles?” The youth squinted at Brick, as he lighted a
+limp-looking cigaret. “I didn’t know about that.”
 
 “The saddle that Meecham rode today,” explained Brick. “It’s a cheap
 saddle—one of them red leather hulls, with a rawhide-covered horn.
@@ -5976,11 +5978,12 @@ C’mon.”
 “Stay ——! Every time I start talkin’ and kinda wigglin’ my throat, the
 darned thing comes up and bumps my lower lip.”
 
-Hank Stagg came past them and went to the bar. He was already half-drunk
-and talking loud. Ike Welden joined him at the bar, but Welden was still
-sober. Santel came in and walked past them, his eyes sweeping the smoke-
-filled room. Hank called to him, asking him to have a drink, but Santel
-either did not hear him or did not want to drink with him.
+Hank Stagg came past them and went to the bar. He was already
+half-drunk and talking loud. Ike Welden joined him at the bar, but
+Welden was still sober. Santel came in and walked past them, his eyes
+sweeping the smoke-filled room. Hank called to him, asking him to have
+a drink, but Santel either did not hear him or did not want to drink
+with him.
 
 “There’ll be —— to pay before mornin’,” declared Banty. “Yuh can’t put a
 gang like that together, along with plenty of hooch, and not have
@@ -6124,7 +6127,8 @@ rattled to the floor.
 Brick leaned back against the bar. His face was drawn, blue, in that
 weak light, and he seemed tired. But those who knew him well, knew that
 he was dangerous now. The light-hearted, devil-may-care Brick Davidson
-was gone, and in his place was the sheriff of Sun Dog, a man-hunter—not
+was gone, and in his place was the sheriff of Sun Dog, a man-hunter—
+not
 a detective.
 
 “It took quite a while,” Brick’s voice was pitched low, but plainly