No doubt a
coincidence."
"It wa'n't no coincidence--it was a forty-five," stated Pete.
The principal stared at Pete as though he half-expected to see him pull
a gun and demand an education instanter. But Pete's smile helped the
principal to pull himself together. "Most extraordinary!" he
exclaimed. "I believe the courts exonerated you?"
"That ain't all they did to me," Pete assured him. "Nope. You got
that wrong. But I reckon they would 'a' done it--if I hadn't 'a' hired
that there lawyer from El Paso. He sure exonerated a couple o'
thousand out o' me. And the judge turned me loose."
"Most extraordinary!"
"It was that lawyer that told me I ought to git a education," exclaimed
Pete.
"Of course! Of course! I had forgotten it for the moment. Well, here
is Mr. Forbes's address. I think you will find him at his room almost
any evening."
"I'll be there!"
"Very good! I suppose you are aware that it is illegal to carry
concealed weapons inside the city limits?"
"I get you, Doc, but I ain't packin' a gun, nohow."
As the weeks went by and the winter sun swung farther south, Mr.
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