id Wolf as he came in. One of his
gold-mounted pistols flashed. The bullet hissed over the Texan's head.
He had dropped low in the saddle.

The Terror whirled his horse at Kid Wolf's. He realized that it was a
fight to the end. He fired his other weapon almost in the Texan's
face. The Kid, however, had pulled the trigger of his own gun just a
fraction of a second before. The Terror's aim was spoiled just enough
so that the bullet whined wide. The bandit chief collapsed in his
saddle. He had been hit in the shoulder.

The Texan closed in. There was a violent shock as Blizzard thudded
into the bandit's horse. The Terror, eyes glittering wickedly through
the openings in his velvet mask, slid from his horse, landing feet
first. With a glittering knife in his unwounded hand, he made a spring
toward Kid Wolf. The blade would have buried itself in the Texan's
thigh had not The Kid whirled his horse just in time.

"All right," said the Texan coolly. "We have it out with ouah hands."

Holstering his guns, he leaped from his horse. He scorned even to use
his bowie knife, as he advanced toward the bandit at a half crouch.
The Terror thought he had the advantage. The Kid's hands were bare of
any weapons. With a snarl, the bandit chief leaped forward, knife
swishing aloft. Never had Kid Wolf struck so hard a blow as he struck
then! Added to the power of his own tremendous strength and leverage
was The Terror's own speed as he lunged in. Fist met jaw with a
sickening thud.

The Terror was a big and heavy man. His weight was added to Kid Wolf's
as both men came together. There was a snap as his head went
back--went back at too great an angle. His neck was broken instantly.
Without a moan, the bandit chief dropped limply to the sand, dead
before he ever reached it!

Kid Wolf took a deep breath. Then he bent over the fallen man and
jerked the velvet mask from his features. He gasped in amazement. It
was Quiroz! For a moment the Texan could not believe his eyes. Then
the truth began to dawn on him. The Terror and the tyrannical governor
of Santa Fe were one and the same! Quiroz had led a double life for
years, and had covered his tracks well. So powerful had he become that
he had received the appointment as governor. No wonder he had refused
Kid Wolf aid! And no wonder he had sought his life!

"Well, I guess his account is paid," said Kid Wolf grimly. "The Terror
of the Staked Plains is no more."