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and ran out. Dunke lay in the road dead, with a knife through his heart. We found the surrey down in the canyon. It had gone over the edge of the road. Both the hawsses were dead, and Struve had disappeared. How the thing happened I reckon never will be known unless the convict tells it. My guess would be that Dunke attacked him and the convict was just a little bit more than ready for him.”

      “Have you any idea where Struve is?”

      “The obvious guess would be that he is heading for Mexico. But I’ve got another notion. He knows that’s where we will be looking for him. His record shows that he used to trail with a bunch of outlaws up in Wyoming. That was most twenty years ago. His old pals have disappeared long since. But he knows that country up there. He’ll figure that down here he’s sure to be caught and hanged sooner or later. Up there he’ll have a chance to hide under another name.”

      Neill nodded. “That’s a big country up there and the mountains are full of pockets. If he can reach there he will be safe.”

      “Maybe,” the ranger amended quietly.

      “Would you follow him?”

      The officer’s opaque gaze met the eyes of his friend. “We don’t aim to let a prisoner make his getaway once we get our hands on him. Wyoming ain’t so blamed far to travel after him—if I learn he is there.”

      For a moment all of them were silent. Each of them was thinking of the fellow and the horrible trail of blood he had left behind him in one short week. Margaret looked at her lover and shuddered. She had not the least doubt that this man sitting opposite them would bring the criminal back to his punishment, but the sinister grotesque shadow of the convict seemed to fall between her and her happiness.

      Larry caught her hand under the table and gave it a little pressure of reassurance. He spoke in a low voice. “This hasn’t a thing to do with us, Peggy—not a thing. They were already both out of your life.”

      “Yes, I know, but—”

      “There aren’t any buts.” He smiled warmly, and his smile took the other man into their confidence. “You’ve been having a nightmare. That’s past. See the sunshine on those hills. It’s bright mo’ning, girl. A new day for you and for me.”

      Steve grinned. “This is awful sudden, Tennessee. You must a-been sawing wood right industrious on the hawssback ride and down in the tunnel. I expect there wasn’t any sunshine down there, was there?”

      “You go to grass, Steve.”

      “No, Tennessee is ce’tainly no two-bit man. Lemme see. One—two—three—four days. That’s surely going some,” the ranger soliloquized.

      “Mr. Fraser,” the young woman reproved with a blush.

      “Don’t mind him, Peggy. He’s merely jealous,” came back Larry.

      “Course I’m jealous. Whyfor not? What license have these Panhandle guys to come in and tote off our girls? But don’t mind me. I’ll pay strict attention to my ham and eggs and not see a thing that’s going on.”

      “Lieutenant!” Miss Margaret was both embarrassed and shocked.

      “Want me to shut my eyes, Tennessee?”

      “Next time we get engaged you’ll not be let in on the ground floor,” Neill predicted.

      “Four days! My, my! If that ain’t rapid transit for fair!”

      “You’re a man of one idea, Steve. Cayn’t you see that the fact’s the main thing, not the time it took to make it one?”

      “And counting out Sunday and Monday, it only leaves two days.”

      “Don’t let that interfere with your breakfast. You haven’t been elected timekeeper for this outfit, you know!”

      Fraser recovered from his daze and duly offered congratulations to the one and hopes for unalloyed joy to the other party to the engagement.

      “But four days!” he added in his pleasant drawl. “That’s sure some precipitous. Just to look at him, ma’am”—this innocently to Peggy—“a man wouldn’t think he had it in him to locate, stake out, and do the necessary assessment work on such a rich claim as the Margaret Kinney all in four days. Mostly a fellow don’t strike such high-grade ore without a lot of—”

      “That will do for you, lieutenant,” interrupted Miss Kinney, with merry, sparkling eyes. “You needn’t think we’re going to let you trail this off into a compliment now. I’m going to leave you and see what Mrs. Collins says. She won’t sit there and parrot ‘Four days’ for the rest of her life.”

      With which Mistress Peggy sailed from the room in mock hauteur.

      When Larry came back from closing the door after her, his friend fell upon him with vigorous hands to the amazement of Wun Hop, the waiter.

      “You blamed lucky son of a gun,” he cried exuberantly between punches. “You’ve ce’tainly struck pure gold, Tennessee. Looks like Old Man Good Luck has come home to roost with you, son.”

      The other, smiling, shook hands with him. “I’m of that opinion myself, Steve,” he said.

      Part II.

       The Girl of Lost Valley

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      Chapter I.

       In the Fire Zone

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      “Say, you Teddy hawss, I’m plumb fed up with sagebrush and scenery. I kinder yearn for co’n bread and ham. I sure would give six bits for a drink of real wet water. Yore sentiments are similar, I reckon, Teddy.”

      The Texan patted the neck of his cow pony, which reached round playfully and pretended to nip his leg. They understood each other, and were now making the best of a very unpleasant situation. Since morning they had been lost on the desert. The heat of midday had found them plowing over sandy wastes. The declining sun had left them among the foothills, wandering from one to another, in the vain hope that each summit might show the silvery gleam of a windmill, or even that outpost of civilization, the barb-wire fence. And now the stars looked down indifferently, myriads of them, upon the travelers still plodding wearily through a land magically transformed by moonlight to a silvery loveliness that blotted out all the garish details of day.

      The Texan drew rein. “We all been discovering that Wyoming is a powerful big state. Going to feed me a cigarette, Teddy. Too bad a hawss cayn’t smoke his troubles away,” he drawled, and proceeded to roll a cigarette, lighting it with one sweeping motion of his arm, that passed down the leg of his chaps and ended in the upward curve at his lips.

      The flame had not yet died, when faintly through the illimitable velvet night there drifted to him a sound.

      “Did you hear that, pardner?” the man demanded softly, listening intently for a repetition of it.

      It came presently, from away over to the left, and, after it, what might have been taken for the popping of a distant bunch of firecrackers.

      “Celebrating the Fourth some premature, looks like. What? Think not, Teddy! Some one getting shot up? Sho! You are romancin’, old hawss.”

      Nevertheless he swung the pony round and started rapidly in the direction of the shots. From time to time there came a renewal of them, though the intervals grew longer and the explosions were now individual ones. He took the precaution to draw his revolver from the holster and to examine it carefully.

      “Nothing like being sure. It’s a heap better than being sorry afterward,” he explained to the cow pony.

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