The Mena weekly star., 1911-11-30
You've got to fight me now. man to

You've got TO fight me now. man to
man"
The gambler glanced about him. and
down at his horse. II he thought OF
hight It was useless. His lip curled
with contempt.
Damn your talking, Keith" he re-
turned savagely. Let's have It over
with, and spurred his horse. The
gun of the other came up.
Watt" and Hawley paused, drag.
cling at his rein. "One of us most like
~ is going to die here; perhaps both
But II either survives he'll need
horse to get out of this alive. Dis
mount; IL do the same; step away
so the he. ses are out of range. and
then Wen fight 1t QUITS that
sQuare?"
Without a word. his eyes cleaning
with cunning hatred, the gambler
swung down from his saddle onto the
sand. his horse interposed between
him and the other. Keith did the
same. his eyes peering across the
back of his animal
Now" he said steadily. when /
count three drive your horse aside,
and let go-are you ready?"
Damn you-yesl"
Then look out-one! twol threei"
The plainsman struck his horse
with the quirt in his left hand and
sprang swiftly aside so as to clear the
flank of the animal, his shooting arm
flung out. There was a fash of fame
cross Hawley's saddle, a sharp re-
port, and Keith reeled backward,
dropping to lis knees, one hand clutch
ing at the sand. Again Hawley fired,
but the horse, startled by the double
report, leaped aside, and the ball went
wild. Keith wheeled about. steadying
himself with his outstretched hand,
and let drive. pressing the trigger, I'M
til, through the haze over his eyes. he
saw Hawley go stumbling down, shoot
ing wildly as he fell The man never
moved, and Keith endeayored to get
up. his gun still held ready, the smoke
circling about them. He had been
shot treacherously, as a cowardly cur
might shoot, and he could not clear
his mind of the thought that this last
act hid treachery also. But he could
not raise himself, could not stand; red
and black shadows danced before his
eyes; he believed he saw the arm OF
the other move. Like a snake he
crept forward, holding himself up with
one hand, his head dizzily Keeling, but
his gun held steadily on that black,
shapeless object lying on the sand.
Then the revolver hand began to
culver. to shake, to make odd circles;
he couldn't see; it was all black, all
nothingness. Suddenly he went down
face first into the sand.
They both lay motionless, the thirs-
ty sand drinking in their life blood,
Hawley huddled upon his left side, his
hat still shading the glazing eyes,
Keith lying fat, his face In the crook
of an arm whose hand still gripped o
revolver. There was a grim smile on
his lips, as If, as he pitched forward,
he knew that, after he had been shot
10 death, ne had gotten his man. The
riderless horses gazed at the two fig
ures, and drifted away. slowly, fear.
fully, still held In mute subsection to
their dead masters by dangling reins.
The sun blazed down from directly
overhead, the heat waves rising and
ialling, the dead desolate desert
stretching to the sky. An hour, two
passed. The horses were now hun
dred Yards away, nose TO nose; all
else was changeless. Then into the
far northern sky there rose black
spsck, growing larger and larger; 9TH
ers came from the east and west, beat
ing the air with widely outspread
wings, great bcaks stretched forward.
Out from their nests of foulness the
desert scavengors were coming for
their fpoil