We'll make up that twenty miles and be in at the finish to-morrow; we're four to four.

Let's ride." Tall Eric rubbed his chin.
"That Benavides," he said, "is a tough one.

He is a known man.

He's as good as Johnson when it comes to shooting." "I'm not afraid of the shooting, and I'm not afraid of death," said Zurich impatiently; "but I am leery about that cussed old man.

He'll find a way to fool us--see if he don't!" * * * * * A strong wind blew scorching from the south the next day; Johnson turned aside from the sagebrush country to avoid the worst sand, and bent north to a long half-circle, through a country of giant saguaro and clumped yuccas; once they passed over a neck of lava hillocks thinly drifted over with sand.