"You get their guns as fast as they come down.
I'll see that none of them plug you while you're doin' it!" There was no hitch in the surrender; and no attempt to shoot Williams.
One by one the men dropped their weapons down the slope.
When all the men had reached the bottom of the defile Sanderson climbed down and asked the first man who had surrendered where they had left their horses.

The animals were brought, and the men forced to mount them.

Then, the Dale men riding ahead, Sanderson and the others behind, they began the return trip.
When they reached the open country above the defile, Sanderson rode close to Williams.
"There's enough of you to take care of this gang," he said, indicating the prisoners; "I'm goin' to hit the breeze to the Double A an' see what's happened there!" "Sure!" agreed Williams.

"Beat it!" When Streak got the word he leaped forward at a pace that gave Williams an idea of how he had gained his name.

He flashed by the head of the moving columns and vanished into the growing darkness, running with long, swift, sure leaps that took him over the ground like a feather before a hurricane.
But fast as he went, he did not travel too rapidly for Sanderson.