He didn't dream of that, curse him! But when you, Harry, or you, Joe, pump the lead into him, shoot him so's he'll live long enough to know who killed him and why!" As he spoke, there was a quality in his voice that seemed to find the boys in the darkness and point each of them out.

"Which of you takes the trail ?" A little silence followed.

Bull wondered at it.
"He's gone by way of Johnstown," continued the wounded man.

"If one of you cuts across the summit toward Shantung he's pretty sure to cut in across Pete's trail.

Which is goin' to start?
Well, you can match for the chance! Because him that comes back with Pete Reeve marked off the slate is a man!" That chilly little silence made Bull's heart beat.