? ? ? ? The man had come to demand an accounting and to avenge. It seemed incredible, and yet there could be no other explanation. Malbihn shrugged. Well, others had sought Malbihn for similar reasons in the course of a long and checkered career. He fingered his rifle, and waited.
? ? ? ? Now the canoe was within easy speaking distance of the shore.
? ? ? ? "What do you want?" yelled Malbihn, raising his weapon threateningly.
? ? ? ? The Hon. Morison Baynes leaped to his feet.
? ? ? ? "You, damn you!" he shouted, whipping out his revolver and firing almost simultaneously with the Swede.
? ? ? ? As the two reports rang out Malbihn dropped his rifle, clutched frantically at his breast, staggered, fell first to his knees and then lunged upon his face. Baynes stiffened. His head flew back spasmodically. For an instant he stood thus, and then crumpled very gently into the bottom of the boat.
? ? ? ? The black paddler was at a loss as to what to do.
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