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fiercely with his dread antagonist Murphy snapped like a ht silently, desperately, his

brain clearing as he succeeded in wrenching those claws from his

lacerated throat, and forced his way up on to one knee He felt no

hatred toward this crazedto kill hi devil But this was no time to exhibit mercy;

Murphy bit and clawed, and Hampton could only dash in upon him in the

effort to force him back He worked his way, inch by inch, to his

feet, his slender figure rigid as steel, and closed in upon the other;

but Murphy writhed out of his grasp, as a snake er man

realized now to the full his peril, and his hand slipped down to the

gun upon his hip There was a sudden glint in the faint starlight as

he struck, and the stunned round For aover hiure

lay still, and the conqueror slipped his weapon back into its leather

sheath with a sigh of relief