Beth Norvell

"It's the big fellow," roared a voice at his left. "Why don't you

fools shoot?"

He sprang backward, crouching lower, his one endeavor to draw their

fire, so as to protect her lying hidden among the rock shadows. He

felt nothing except contempt for those fellows, but he could not let

them hurt her. He stood up full in the starlight, shading his eyes in

an attempt to see. Somebody cried, "There he is, damn him!" A slender

figure swept flying across the open space like some dim night vision.

A red flame leaped forth from the blackness. The two stood silhouetted

against the glare, reeled backward as it faded, and went down together

in the dark.