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Passing on to a gray-lichened cliff, overhanging and gloomy, he paused there to rest and to listen A faint crack of hoof on stone caht Eventually his pursuers would discover that he had taken to the canyon But for the moment he felt safe The wound in his forearh without breaking either bone His shirt sleeve was soaked with blood Jean rolled it back and tightly wrapped his scarf around the wound, yet still the dark-red blood oozed out and dripped down into his hand He beca pain

Notat as best to do For the ti he had escaped, and whatever had been his peril, it was past In dense, rugged country like this he could not be caught by rustlers But he had only a knife left for a weapon, and there was very little meat in the pocket of his coat Salt and matches he possessed Therefore the imperative need was for hiet rifle and aain the trail of the rustlers He had reason to believe that this canyon was the one where the fight on the Rim, and later, on a bench of woodland below, had taken place

Thereupon he arose and glided down under the spruces toward the level, grassy open he could see between the trees And as he proceeded, with the slow step and wary eye of an Indian, his ly worked in the direction of this canyon until he becas he had made a wonderful and heroic effort to surmount the manzanita slope and the Rim and find the rendezvous of his co it over Jean arrived at a conclusion that Queen, finding he could go no farther, had waited, guns in hands, for his pursuer And he had died in this position Then by strange coincidence his co the situation, they had taken the shells fro Jean on They had arranged a cunning trick and ambush, which had all but snuffed out the last of the Isbels Colter probably had been at the bottoht at the Isbel ranch, now seely far back in the past, this er and s Before that he had been little known to any of the Isbel faction And it was Colter noho controlled the re and who had Ellen Jorth in his possession