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The Telling Mark

"Pshaw! Know you anywhere. Tell

Sheriff Will Carter was amazed to discover that the man on the pinto by your pictures." horse so much resembled himself. The expression on his weather-beaten face did not change as the discovery start- ed a chain of thoughts racing through

his mind.

He had heard stories about a man down Pecos way who was a dead ringer for himself. The man's name

was

Shug Whitman. He was known as a gunman and an outlaw, but so far the Jaw hadn't been able to pin anything on him. Now what, Sheriff Carter ask ed himself, would this Shug Whitman be doing way up here in Maverick county?

know

"Yeah? And who are you?"

You "Quit kiddin', Twisty. danged well I'm Whitman. Guess you're expectin' me?"

"What gives you that idea?"

Carter stopped grinning and looked annoyed. "Listen, feller, maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I ain't wanted. All I know is I'm danger tired of holdin' my paws up."

For a moment the two men looked at each other squarely. Then slowly a grin appeared on Twisty Mellon's face. Guess you're him. There was only one answer to that. "O.K., Whitman.

He reholstered his Whitman had come up to join Twisty Take 'em down." Mellon, who had robbed the Maverick gun. Carter lowered his arms with a City bank three weeks ago and whom sigh of relief and reached into the top Carter had been trailing ever since. pocket of his shirt for makings that Twisty had needed help and had sent weren't there. for Whitman, and here was Whitman

As he did so Twisty Mellon's oyés

A snarl. speculation grew large, then narrowed.

on his way to Twisty's hideout.

Of course this was all

By Vic Yardman

and rather wild guessing, but Sheriff Carter had reached a point in his hunt' believed wild for Twisty where he guessing was as good as any.

"Thanks for the makings, Pilgrim," said Carter, handing back the sack of tobacco. Shug Whitman reached for the sack and Carter grabbed his wrist and yanked him off the back of the pinto. When Shug looked up from his sprawling position on the

ground, sputtering curses, he found the busi- ness end of the Sheriff's old six-shooter staring him straight in the eye.

escaped his lips.

Carter knew something had happen- ed. He wasn't sure what, but he knew that somehow his masquerade had been revealed.

The reports of the two guna blended into a single roar. Carter felt a hot, scaring pain along the length of his right arm. Only with the greatest ef- fort did he keep hold of his gun. He knew that Twisty had been Lit, could Then see him reeling in his saddle. Mellon's gun spoke again, and Carter was jerked halfway round by the im- pact of a bullet against his shoulder.

Instinctively he clutched for support, the missed, slipped and plunged to ground. Consciousness left him......

When Carter opened his eyes he was astonished to see Baldy Cross hovering above him, forcing water between his tooth.

"Baldy! Fer gosh's sake! How'd you git here?"

Carter was methodical about what he did next. First he relieved. Shug Whitman of his shooting iron. Then he handcuffed him and made him climb into the saddle of his, Carter's bay. He roped the gunman's ankles securely be neath the bay's belly, then headed the bay back toward Maverick City and slapped him soundly on the rump.

Carter knew that the bay would go home and knew that when his deputy, Baldy spat. "You danged old fool! Baldly Cross, saw the handcuffed Whit- Goin' off without lettin' me know where man he, Baldly, would think things over to. 'S lucky I come lookin' fer yuh. and finally get it through his thick Met the bay with a jigger tied in the head that something funny had hap. saddle, and got here just in time." He pened. Carter chuckled to himself, spat. thinking of Baldy. Baldy had a slug- gish brain, but an accurate eye and a heart of gold.

After the bay, had gone, Carter swung aboard the pinto and headed in the direction Whitman had been riding. As he moved along he unpinned the sheriff's star from his shirt and placed it in his pocket. Sooner or later, he hoped, his progress would be interrupt- ed by olthor Twisty Mellon, or one of his henchmen.

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It was a wild guess, but a good one, Two hours later the pinto entered the rocky floor of a canyon. A voice rang out: "Hold up, pardner! Elevate your paws!"

Carter stopped the pinto and raised his hands. A horseman rode out from behind a boulder, holding a six-shooter in his hands. He came up close and peered hard at Carter. The Sheriff grinned.

"Howdy, Twisty. Expectin' me, ain't yuh?"

The stranger's face remained inscrut able. He neither lowered his six- shooter nor grinned in return.

"What makes you think I'm Twisty Mellon ?"

Carter grinned, then his face took on

a puzzled look. "What I can't figure out,” he said, "is how Twisty discover- ed I wasn't Shug Whitman,

"You dumb fool!! Baldy exploded. "Look at that there shirt you're wearin'. Look underneath the breast pocket. An you call me dumbf

Carter looked. Beneath the breast pocket were two readily distinguished small holes-holes made by the heavy pin of his official star.

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