THE GIRL AND THE MAN As he went down, uninjured, but realizing now that this was to be a battle to the death, Hamlin flung open his coat, and gripped his revolver.

Lying there on his face he fired twice, deliberately, choosing the exposed Indian as a target.

The latter, striving to mount his frightened pony, fell forward, grasping the mane desperately, a stream of blood dyeing his blanket as the animal dashed across the valley.

Dupont had whirled the girl's horse to the left, and, with her body as a shield, was attempting to escape.

Already he was too far away to make a revolver shot safe.