Of all the evil men in that inferno, Snake was the foulest.

Steeped in vice, he feared neither God nor man, and respected no woman.

And now, Estelle St.Clair, drawing-room pet, pampered darling of New York society, which she ruled with an iron hand from her father's Fifth Avenue mansion, regretted bitterly that she had not given heed to honest Buck Benson.

Her prayers, threats, entreaties, were in vain.

Despite her struggles, the blows her small fists rained upon the scoundrel's taunting face, she was borne across the border, on over the mesa, toward the lair of the outlaw.
"Have you no mercy ?" she cried again and again.