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the fittest." The owner of the C B hesitated an instant before he answered. He was the last man in the world to desert a comrade that was down, but his common sense told him his friend had spoken wisely. The only chance for the party was to get help to it from the ranch. "All right. If anybody plays out beside her try to keep him going. If it comes to a showdown leave him for me to pick up. Don't let him stop the whole outfit." "Sure. Better leave me that bottle of whisky. So-long." "You're going to ride, I reckon?" "Yes. I'll have to." "Get up on my horse and I'll give her to you. That's right Well, I'll see you later." And with that the stockman was gone. For long they could see him, plunging slowly forward through the drifts, getting always smaller and smaller, till distance and the growing darkness swallowed him. Presently the girl in Ridgway's arms opened her eyes. "I heard what you and he said," she told him quietly. "About what?" he smiled down into the white face that looked up into his. "You know. About our danger. I'm not afraid, not the least little bit." "You needn't be. We're coming through, all right. Sam will make it to the ranch. He's a man in a million." "I don't mean that. I'm not afraid, anyway, whether we do or not." "Why?" he asked, his heart beating wildly. "I don't know, but I'm not," she murmured with drowsy content. But he knew if she did not. Her fear had passed because he was there, holding her in his arms, fighting to the last ounce of power in him for her life. She felt he would never leave her, and that, if it came to the worst, she would pass from life with him close to her. Again he knew that wild exultant beat of blood no woman before this one had ever stirred in him. Harley was the first to give up. He lurched forward and slipped from the saddle to the snow, and could not be cursed into rising. The man behind dismounted, put down his burden, and dragged the old man to his feet. "Here! This won't do. You've got to stick it out." "I can't. I've reached my limit." Then testily: "'Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone,'" he added wearily, with his everready tag of Scripture. The instant the other's hold on him relaxed the old man sank back. Ridgway dragged him up and cuffed him like a troublesome child. He knew this was no time for reasoning. "Are you going to lie down and quit, you old loafer? I tell you the ranch is only a mil
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