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To the north were the mines themselves: dangerous, undershored scratch drifts that went down fifty feet or s ”“What happened to the ball?” Jake asked. “Roland,” Cuthbert said now. In the next instant his own gun roared in his fist.

Their hair was caught back in snoods that sparkled with some bright diamondy stuff in the light of the torches. Rusher uttered a small, reproving whinny—as if to say all this was highly improper—and trotted away to stand beside the bunkhouse porch. The two other deputies stood behind him, looking sagely down over his large shoulders. The crime had come home to them because of a certain item—a bird’s skull—left in Mayor Thorin’s lap.