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"Never dreamt of such a thing. What do you mean?"
"I 'lowed you had by what that feller said just now."
"What did he say?"
"Why, he said they'd ketched the men right whar you left 'em, an'--"
"Well, what of that?" Westerfelt spoke impatiently. "I did pass the
whiskey wagon. The revenue men asked me if I'd seen them, and I simply
refused to answer. They didn't get anything out of me."
"That's just what I'd 'a' done, but I wish you'd 'a' set yorese'f right
jest now, fer them fellers certainly think you give 'em away, an'
they'll tell the gang about it."
"Well, I didn't, so what does it matter?"
Washburn took out the bowl of his lantern and extinguished the light as
they entered the office.
"It makes a man mighty unpopular in the Cohutta Valley to interfere
with the moonshiners," he answered. "Whiskey-makin' is agin the law,
but many a family gits its livin' out o' the stuff, an' a few good
citizens keep the'r eyes shet to it. You see, Mr. Westerfelt, the gang
may be a little down on you anyway sence your difficulty with Wambush.
Did you know that he wus a sort of a ring-leader amongst 'em?"
"Yes.
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