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Firing andat a distance of fifty feet, Woodhull reathered and sprang toward hi his victiain The rifle carried but the one shot He flung it down,

reached for his heavy knife, raising an ar as he closed He felt his wrist caught in an

iron grip, felt the blood gush where his temple was cut by the last

missile And then once more, on the narrow bared floor that but noas

patterned in parquetry traced in yellow, and soon must turn to red, it

came to man and man between them--and it was free!

They fell and stue the other at

first Banion knew he must keep the impounded hand back from the knife

sheath or he was done Thus close, he couldto throw, to bend, to beat back the body of

a e and fear

The sound of the rifle shot rang through the little defile To Jackson,

shaving off bits of sweet meat between thuer, friend or foe, for he knew Banion had

carried no weapon with hi, easy lope he ran along the path which carried across

the face of the ravine His moccasined feetturn But new, there came a loud,

wordless cry which he kneas lingthey