The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-03-22
CHAPTER xxxVI.-( Continued

Keith wet his dry lips and spoke
shortly:
i reckon you know what this
means, Hawley, and why | am here
We're Southerners both of US, and
we settle our own personal affairs
You've got to fight me now, man to
man"
The gambler glanced about him, and
down at his horse. If he thought of
flight 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
ging at his rein. One OF US most like
Iy is going 20 die here; perhaps both
But II either survives he'll need a
aorse to get out of this alive Dis
mount; I'll do the same; step away
so the horses are out of range, and
then Wen fight it outs that
square,"
Without word, his eyes cleaning
with cunning hatred, the gambler
swung down from his saddle onto the
sand. bis 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-yes!"
Then look out-one, two! three"
The plainsman struck his horse
with the quirt in his left hand and
sprans swiftly aside SO as to clear the
flank of the animal, his shooting arm
flung out. There was a flash of fame
cross HaUieys saddle. a sharp re-
port. and Keith reeled backward
dropping to his 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 endeavored to get
up, his gun still held ready. the smoke
circling about them. He had been
shot treacherously, as 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 fiat. his face in the crook
of an arm whose hand still gripped a
revolver. There was a grim smile on
his lips, as if. as he pitched forward.
he knew that. after he had been shot
to death, he 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
failing. the dead. desolate desert
stretchiI to the sky An hour. two
pas. q! The horses were now a hun
ore. tsrds Any nose TO nose: sii
els aas chanae-e.s Then into the