The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-08-06
cHAPTE XII.
(contlnued.)

DeBar watched him as he wiped his
weapon and saw that Philip lubricat-
ed each or the five cartridges which
he put in the chamber.
Afterward they smoked.
Then DeBar stretched himself out
in one OF the two hunks, and his heavy
breathing soon gave evidence that he
was sleeping.
For time Philip sat beside the
stove, his eyes upon the inanimate
form OF the outlaw. Drowsiness over
came him then, and he rolled into the
other bunk. He was awakened several
hours later by DeBar who was filling
the stove with wood.
"How's the eyes2" ne asked, sit.
ting up.
Good. said the other. Glad
you're awake The light will be bad
inside OF an hour.
He was rubbing and warming his
hands, and Philip came TO the oppo-
site side of the stove and rubbed and
warmed his hands For some reason
ne found il difficult TO look at DeBar,
and he knew that DeBar was not
looking at him.
II was the outlaw Who broke the
suspense.
I've Deen outside" ne said in a
low voice There's an open in front
OF the cabin. just hundred PAGES
across Ii wouldn't be bad idea for
us TO stand at opposite sides or the
open and at given signal approach
firing as We want 10"
4Cn,,lAnft no hnftAT aVnlAimta0
Philip briskly, turning 10 pull his re-
volver from its holster.
DeBar watched him with tensely
anxious eyes as he broke the breech
looked at the shining circle Of cart
ridges. and closed II again.
Without a word he went TO the
door, opened IT, and with his pistol
arm trailing at his side, STROBE OF 70
the right For a moment Philip stood
looking after him. queer lump In
his throat He would have liked 10
shake hands. and yet at the same
time he was glad that DeBar had
gone in this way. He turned 10 the
left-and saw at a glance that the
outlaw had given him the best light
DeBar was facing him when he
reached his ground.
Are you ready" he shouted.
Ready" cried Philip.
DeBar ran forward, shoulders
hunched low. his pistol arm half ex
tended. and Philip advanced to meet
him. Al seventy PAGES, without stop
ping in his half trot, the outlaw fired
and mis- bullet passed in a kissing
warning three feet over Philips head
| The latter had planned TO hold his
! fire until he was sure Of hitting the
! outlaw in the arm or shoulder, but &
second shot from him, which seemed
TO Philip almost TO nip him in the
! face, stopped him short. and at nifty
| PAGES he returned the fire.
| DeBar ducked low and PhiliI
| thought that he was hit.
| Then with fierce yell he dartec
| forward, firing as he came.
Again. and still third time PhiliI
! fred, and as DeBar advanced, unhurt
1ose 10 his lips. At forty PAGES he
could nip a four-inch bulrs-eye three
| times out Of five, and here he missed
man, At thirty he held an unbeat
en- record-and at thirty, here in the
! broad open. he still missed his man.
| He had felt the breath OF DeBar's
| fourth shot, and now with one cart
ridge each the men advanced foot by
| foot. until DeBar stopped and DELHI
erately aimed at twenty PAGES. Theil
pistols rang out in one report. and
standing unnurt, a feeling of horror
swept over Philip as he looked at the
| other. The outlaws arms fell TO hi;
side His empty pistol dropped tc
the snow, and for a moment he stood
rigid. with his face half turned tC
the gloomy sky, while a low cry o.
grief burst from Philips lips.
In that momentary posture OF De
Bar he saw not the effect OF wound
only, but the grim, terrible rightly
OF death. He dropped his own weap
or and ran forward, and in that in
slant DeBar leaped to meet him with
the fierceness Of beast.
II was a terrible bit OF play on De
Bars part, and for a moment took
Philip off his guard. He stepped
| aside. and, with the cleverness of 8
| trained boxer, he sent a straight cut
to the outlaws face as he closed in
| But the blow lacked forced, and he
staggered back under the others
weight, boiling with rage at the ad
vantage which DeBar mad taken oi
| him.
The outlaws hands gripped at his
throat and his fingers sank into hii