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Crash! The rifle e up He dropped the gun Both hands fluttered toward her And an awful surprise flashed over his face

"So--help--me--God!" he whispered, with blood thick in his voice Then darkly, as one groping, he reached for her with shaking hands "Y'u--y'u white-throated hussy! I'll "

He grasped the quivering rifle barrel Crash! She shot hiain As he swayed over her and fell she had to leap aside, and his clutching hand tore the rifle frorasp Then in convulsion he writhed, to heave on his back, and stretch out--a ghastly spectacle Ellen backed away fro out the passion of her face

Then from without came a shrill call and the sound of rapid footsteps Ellen leaned against the wall, staring still at Colter "Hey, Jier, breathlessly

As his forathered all his irl first and he appeared thunderstruck His jaw dropped He needed not the white gleam of her person to transfix him Her eyes did that and they were riveted in unutterable horror upon soer espied Colter

"Y'u--y'u shot him!" he shrieked "What for--y'u hussy?Ellen Jorth, if y'u've killed him, I'll"

He strode tohere Colter lay

Then Jean, rising silently, took a step and like a tiger he launched himself into the air, down upon the rustler Even as he leaped Springer gave a quick, upward look And he cried out Jean'sinto the wall, where his head hit hard Jean fell, but bounded up as the half-stunned Springer drew his gun Then Jean lunged forith a single sweep of his ar out of the door, and, once clear of the threshold, she tottered out on the grass, to sink to her knees The bright, golden sunlight gleamed upon her white shoulders and arms Jean had one foot out of the door when he saw her and he whirled back to get her blouse But Springer had fallen upon it Snatching up a blanket, Jean ran out

"Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!" he cried "It's over!" And reaching her, he tried to wrap her in the blanket

She wildly clutched his knees Jean was conscious only of her white, agonized face and the dark eyes with their look of terrible strain