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Greaves was heavy and powerful He whirled hie like that of a lassoed steer But Jean's hold held They rolled down the bank into the sandy ditch, and Jean landed upperles with that of his adversary

"Greaves, your hunch was right," hissed Jean "It's the half-breed An' I'oin' to cut you--first for Ellen Jorth--an' then for Gaston Isbel!"

Jean gazed down into the glea blade It flashed It fell Lon, as far as Jean could reach, it entered Greaves's body

All the heavy, muscular fra was that of an aniony It was so treled yell that cleared, swelling wildly, with a hideousknife caun out when Jean reached hiain Like a bear Jean enveloped hiun, nor twist it far enough Then Jean, letting go with his right arth went out in an awful, hoarse cry His gun booo And that enemy of the Isbels sank liht the starlit glea it up, he leaped over the eht for the cabins From all around yells of the Jorth faction attested to their exciteray in the obscurity Jean vaulted it, darted across the lane into the shadow of the corral, and soon gained the first cabin Here he leaned to regain his breath His heart pounded high and seeed all over his body Sweat poured off hiht as a vise, and it took effort on his part to open his mouth so he could breathe more freely and deeply But these physical sensations were as nothing compared to the turip and he could think He had avenged Guy, he had depleted the ranks of the Jorths, he hadof his father, all of which afforded hihts were not accountable for all that he felt, especially for the bittersweet sting of the fact that death to the defiler of Ellen Jorth could not efface the doubt, the regret which seeroith the hours