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sharp as thorns; as clutching as cactus。  Progress was possible only
by endless detours to find the half…closed aisles between patches;
or else by crashing through with main strength or walking right over
the tops。  Jean preferred this last method; not because it was the
easiest; but for the reason that he could see ahead so much farther。
So he literally walked across the tips of the manzanita brush。  Often
he fell through and had to step up again; many a branch broke with him;
letting him down; but for the most part he stepped from fork to fork;
on branch after branch; with balance of an Indian and the patience of
a man whose purpose was sustaining and immutable。

On that south slope under the Rim the sun beat down hot。  There was no
breeze to temper the dry air。  And before midday Jean was laboring;
wet with sweat; parching with thirst; dusty and hot and tiring。
It amazed him; the doggedness and tenacity of life shown by this
wounded rustler。  The time came when under the burning rays of the sun
he was compelled to abandon the walk across the tips of the manzanita
bushes and take to the winding; open threads that ran between。  It would
have been poor sight indeed that could not have followed Queen's
labyrinthine and broken passage through the brush。  Then the time
came when Jean espied Queen; far ahead and above; crawling like a
black bug along the bright…green slope。  Sight then acted upon Jean
as upon a hound in the chase。  But he governed his actions if he
could not govern his instincts。  Slowly but surely he followed the
dusty; hot trail; and never a patch of blood failed to send a thrill
along his veins。

Queen; headed up toward the Rim; finally vanished from sight。  Had he
fallen?  Was he hiding?  But the hour disclosed that he was crawling。
Jean's keen eye caught the slow moving of the brush and enabled him
to keep just so close to the rustler; out of range of the six…shooters
he carried。  And so all the interminable hours of the hot afternoon
that snail…pace flight and pursuit kept on。

Halfway up the Rim the growth of manzanita gave place to open; yellow;
rocky slope dotted with cedars。  Queen took to a slow…ascending ridge
and left his bloody tracks all the way to the top; where in the
gathering darkness the weary pursuer lost them。

Another night passed。  Daylight was relentless to the rustler。  He could
not hide his trail。  But somehow in a desperate last rally of strength
he reached a point on the heavily timbered ridge that Jean recognized
as being near the scene of the fight in the canyon。  Queen was nearing
the rendezvous of the rustlers。  Jean crossed tracks of horses; and then
more tracks that he was certain had been made days past by his own party。
To the left of this ridge must be the deep canyon that had frustrated
his efforts to catch up with the rustlers on the day Blaisdell lost his
life; and probably Bill Isbel; too。  Something warned Jean that he was 
nearing the end of the trail; and an unaccountable sense of imminent
catastrophe seemed foreshadowed by vague dreads and doubts in his
gloomy mind。  Jean felt the need of rest; of food; of ease from the
strain of the last weeks。  But his spirit drove him implacably。

Queen's rally of strength ended at the edge of an open; bald ridge that
was bare of brush or grass and was surrounded by a line of forest on
three sides; and on the fourth by a low bluff which raised its gray
head above the pines。  Across this dusty open Queen had crawled;
leaving unmistakable signs of his condition。  Jean took long survey
of the circle of trees and of the low; rocky eminence; neither of which
he liked。  It might be wiser to keep to cover; Jean thought; and work
around to where Queen's trail entered the forest again。  But he was 
tired; gloomy; and his eternal vigilance was failing。  Nevertheless;
he stilled for the thousandth time that bold prompting of his vengeance
and; taking to the edge of the forest; he went to considerable pains to
circle the open ground。  And suddenly sight of a man sitting back
against a tree halted Jean。

He stared to make sure his eyes did not deceive him。  Many times stumps
and snags and rocks had taken on strange resemblance to a standing or
crouching man。  This was only another suggestive blunder of the mind
behind his eyeswhat he wanted to see he imagined he saw。  Jean glided
on from tree to tree until he made sure that this sitting image indeed
was that of a man。  He sat bolt upright; facing back across the open;
hands resting on his kneesand closer scrutiny showed Jean that he
held a gun in each hand。

Queen!  At the last his nerve had revived。  He could not crawl any
farther; he could never escape; so with the courage of fatality he
chose the open; to face his foe and die。  Jean had a thrill of
admiration for the rustler。  Then he stalked out from under the
pines and strode forward with his rifle ready。

A watching man could not have failed to espy Jean。  But Queen never
made the slightest move。  Moreover; his stiff; unnatural position
struck Jean so singularly that he halted with a muttered exclamation。
He was now about fifty paces from Queen; within range of those small 
guns。  Jean called; sharply; 〃QUEEN!〃 Still the figure never relaxed
in the slightest。

Jean advanced a few more paces; rifle up; ready to fire the instant
Queen lifted a gun。  The man's immobility brought the cold sweat to
Jean's brow。  He stopped to bend the full intense power of his gaze
upon this inert figure。  Suddenly over Jean flashed its meaning。
Queen was dead。  He had backed up against the pine; ready to face
his foe; and he had died there。  Not a shadow of a doubt entered Jean's
mind as he started forward again。  He knew。  After all; Queen's blood
would not be on his hands。  Gordon and Fredericks in their death throes
had given the rustler mortal wounds。  Jean kept on; marveling the while。
How ghastly thin and hard!  Those four days of flight had been hell
for Queen。

Jean reached himlooked down with staring eyes。  The guns were tied
to his hands。  Jean started violently as the whole direction of his
mind shifted。  A lightning glance showed that Queen had been propped
against the treeanother showed boot tracks in the dust。

〃By Heaven; they've fooled me!〃 hissed Jean; and quickly as he leaped
behind the pine he was not quick enough to escape the cunning rustlers
who had waylaid him thus。  He felt the shock; the bite and burn of lead
before he heard a rifle crack。  A bullet had ripped through his left
forearm。  From behind the tree he saw a puff of white smoke along the
face of the bluffthe very spot his keen and gloomy vigilance had
descried as one of menace。  Then several puffs of white smoke and
ringing reports betrayed the ambush of the tricksters。  Bullets barked
the pine and whistled by。  Jean saw a man dart from behind a rock and;
leaning over; run for another。  Jean's swift shot stopped him midway。
He fell; got up; and floundered behind a bush scarcely large enough to
conceal him。  Into that bush Jean shot again and again。  He had no pain
in his wounded arm; but the sense of the shock clung in his consciousness;
and this; with the tremendous surprise of the deceit; and sudden release
of long…dammed overmastering passion; caused him to empty the magazine of
his Winchester in a terrible haste to kill the man he had hit。

These were all the loads he had for his rifle。  Blood passion had made
him blunder。  Jean cursed himself; and his hand moved to his belt。  His
six…shooter was gone。  The sheath had been loose。  He had tied the gun
fast。  But the strings had been torn apart。  The rustlers were shooting
again。  Bullets thudded into the pine and whistled by。  Bending
carefully; Jean reached one of Queen's guns and jerked it from his hand。
The weapon was empty。  Both of his guns were empty。  Jean peeped out
again to get the line in which the bullets were coming and; marking a
course from his position to the cover of the forest; he ran with all
his might。  He gained the shelter。  Shrill yells behind warned him that
he had been seen; that his reason for flight had been guessed。  Looking
back; he saw two or three men scrambling down the 

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