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Hicks drew his and slapped me over the head with it, even as my
finger curled on the trigger Frontispiece 161

Bedded in the soft earth underneath lay the slim buckskin sacks 159

"There's been too much blood shed over that wretched gold already.
Let them have it" 212

A war for the open road against an enemy whose only weapon was
his unswerving bulk 256




RAW GOLD.




CHAPTER I.

THE LONG ARM OF THE LAW.


How many of us, I wonder, can look back over the misty, half-forgotten
years and not see a few that stand out clear and golden, sharp-cut