? ? ? ? Lon smiled dubiously, then his face lighted up. 'Pace her off, David- fifty paces, wheel, an' niver a cease firin' till a lad's down for good. 'Tis their hearts'll niver let them do the deed, an' it's well ye should know it for a true Yankee bluff.'
? ? ? ? He started off with a pleased grin on his face, but Malemute Kid halted him.
? ? ? ? 'Lon! It's a long while since you first knew me?'
? ? ? ? 'Many's the day.'
? ? ? ? 'And you, Bettles?'
? ? ? ? 'Five year next June high water.'
? ? ? ? 'And have you once, in all that time, known me to break my word' Or heard of me breaking it?'
? ? ? ? Both men shook their heads, striving to fathom what lay beyond.
? ? ? ? 'Well, then, what do you think of a promise made by me?'
? ? ? ? 'As good as your bond,' from Bettles.
? ? ? ? 'The thing to safely sling yer hopes of heaven by,' promptly endorsed Lon McFane.
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