She shook her head. “You don’t know him. It’s in his eye. You can’t mistake it. The killing look.” Fin knew that this was only too true. It brought danger near. He drew a long breath to steady himself. “You’ll have to get some other fellow to help you out,” he said lightly. The look of breathless eagerness she gave him made him long to take to his heels. He had had to fly from that look before. “Would—would you?” she murmured. He faced it out. “Sure!” he said boldly. “Young fellows never have any money,” she said i…
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