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Wild Bill had the cattle barons in a corner. Neither would dare to repeat the contents of that piece of paper. It was the sort of writing that could not be turned into public talk without exciting comment.

“I was told you picked up the paper,” said Benner, with a fierce look at the Laramie man, “an’ you know well enough that it dropped out o’ my watch. There’s no need of talking about what was written in the note—it was private, anyway.”

Phelps, meanwhile, had seen the little scraps lying on the ground. From these he must have inferred what had happened to Benner’s memoranda. Catching his companion’s arm, Phelps drew him to one side and whispered to him. Benner swept a look over the ground at the minced fragments of the bit of thin pasteboard, then lifted his eyes to Wild Bill.

“You’ll find, my man,” he cried, “that Lige Benner has some power up and down the Brazos. This ain’t the end of this flare-up.”

With that, he whirled around and he and Phelps vanished in the direction of the street.