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"
Do
n't
break
them
teeth
,
stranger
.
"
"
Then
I
'll
break
his
neck
,
"
Scott
retorted
,
continuing
his
shoving
and
wedging
with
the
revolver
muzzle
.
"
I
said
do
n't
break
them
teeth
,
"
the
faro-dealer
repeated
more
ominously
than
before
.
But
if
it
was
a
bluff
he
intended
,
it
did
not
work
.
Scott
never
desisted
from
his
efforts
,
though
he
looked
up
coolly
and
asked
:
"
Your
dog
?
"
The
faro-dealer
grunted
.
"
Then
get
in
here
and
break
this
grip
.
"
"
Well
,
stranger
,
"
the
other
drawled
irritatingly
,
"
I
do
n't
mind
telling
you
that
's
something
I
ai
n't
worked
out
for
myself
.
I
do
n't
know
how
to
turn
the
trick
.
"
"
Then
get
out
of
the
way
,
"
was
the
reply
,
"
and
do
n't
bother
me
.
I
'm
busy
.
"
Tim
Keenan
continued
standing
over
him
,
but
Scott
took
no
further
notice
of
his
presence
.
He
had
managed
to
get
the
muzzle
in
between
the
jaws
on
one
side
,
and
was
trying
to
get
it
out
between
the
jaws
on
the
other
side
.
