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That's your road over there, and you can go on, now alone. But I want you to remember that I'm here watchin' you, with two loads of buckshot and six of lead, and every one of them is goin' plumb through you if you ain't square. You've been a gentleman so far, and dead game, and I'm proud to've met you, Mr. Thomson Tuttle. If it ever comes my way to treat you whiter than I have this time, I'll be glad to do it. Good-bye, sir.