"Hell, ain't it!" he sputtered, "but you're a dandy, all right."

"Is Hampton dead?"

"I reckon not. Got hit bad, though, and clear out of his head."

Brant cast one glance into the white, unconscious face of his rival,

and acted with the promptness of military training.

"Whip off your shirt, Mason, and tie it around your face," he

commanded, "Lively now!"

He bound his silk neckerchief across Hampton's mouth, and lifted the

limp form partially from the ground. "Help me to get him up. There,

that will do. Now keep as close as you can so as to steady him if I

trip. Straight ahead--run for it!"

They sprang directly into the lurid flames, bending low, Brant's hands

grasping the inert form lying across his shoulder. They dashed

stumbling through the black, smouldering lane beyond. Half-way down

this, the ground yet hot beneath their feet, the vapor stifling, but

with clearer breaths of air blowing in their faces, Brant tripped and

fell. Mason beat out the smouldering sparks in his clothing, and

assisted him to stagger to his feet once more. Then together they bore

him, now unconscious, slowly down below the first fire-line.




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