in' tied an' gagged in a mud crack where you nor no one else
won't never find her. What'll become of her, if you git me?"

The Texan grinned to himself, and after a moment of silence, called
hesitatingly: "Say, Purdy, you wouldn't do that! Wouldn't let a woman
die like that without tellin' where she is."

"The hell I won't!"

"Come on, Purdy, tell me where she is? You might as well. If I get you,
what's the use of leavin' her there to die? An', if you get me, why
you'll have her anyway."

A sneering laugh answered him: "You don't dast to git me--an' leave her
where she's at!"

The Texan's voice hardened: "Oh, yes I do, Purdy. 'Cause I know, an' you
know, that she's safe an' sound at Cinnabar Joe's--an' she'll stay there
till Cinnabar can get word to her husband."

A volley of oaths greeted the statement: "Cinnabar don't dast to open
his yap! He'll go up fer the rest of his life if he does. I'll fix him!"

"You won't fix no one, Purdy. You're goin' to hell from here. An'
whatever you've got on Cinnabar you'll take with you. When I told you to
tell me where the girl was I was just givin' you a chance to do one
decent thing before you cashed in--but you couldn't do it, Purdy. There
ain't a decent thing in you to do. Why, even Long Bill Kearney was a man
fer about a second before he died."

"What do you mean--Long Bill--died?"

"Ask him," answered the Texan grimly, "you an' him will be close
neighbours--wherever you're goin'." Inadvertently the Texan leaned a
little to one side, as he shifted his position. There was a quick
report, and a bullet tore through a loose fold of his shirt sleeve.
"Pretty fair shootin', Purdy," he drawled, "little bit wide--you'd have
nicked me if you'd held in against the rock."

So intently did each man watch the other that neither noted the four men
who approached stealthily from rock to rock and finally crouched behind
an irregular buttress of rock only a short pistol shot away. Their
vantage point did not permit any view of the man who had been knocked
down by the galloping horse nor of the contestants themselves, but the
exchange of shots could be followed with ease and accuracy.

Cass Grimshaw nudged Endicott and pointed to the bodies of the outlaws:
"He got two," he whispered, with grim approval. "An' he got 'em right
out in the open. They must have seen him comin' an' laid for him before
he got to their hang-out."

"Hey, Tex," called Purdy after a long interval, "we ain't go