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“I shore did heah of a feller of thet name. He was a cattle rustler an’ I reckon he’s havin’ a long dream, ’cause they caught him and hanged him up on Rainy Mountain ’bout three year ago. He shore was some rustler, an’ thar’s some others of the same kind that aire goin’ the same way when we kotch up with ’em.”

“Oh, no! That isn’t the man I mean. The one I refer to is a great scientist who has discovered that there is an imponderable quality in each of us, and through his method of psychoanalysis he is able to throw the spot-light on that imponderable quality and—”

“Bang! Bang!”

Two quick shots fired from somewhere beyond the open door of the bunk-house startled every one in the room. One bullet passed through Sam Conifer’s whiskers, and the other grazed the dress of Emma Dean who was dancing past him at that instant.

Sam’s weapon was out of its holster with a movement so speedy that no one saw him draw it. Two shots rang out from the guide’s weapon, one shattering the hanging lamp, the other following close upon the first, but fired through the open door. The room was plunged into deep darkness, with the odor of burnt powder heavy on the air.