After the second shot from the west side Jean sheered off to the right.

Patches of brush, clumps of juniper, and isolated cedars covered this slope, affording Jean a perfect means for his purpose, which was to make a detour and come up behind the rustler who was firing from that side.

Jean climbed to the top of the ridge, descended the opposite slope, made his turn to the left, and slowly worked up behind the point near where he expected to locate the rustler.

Long habit in the open, by day and night, rendered his sense of direction almost as perfect as sight itself.

The first flash of fire he saw from this side proved that he had come straight up toward his man.