New Britain herald., 1923-04-17
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From where he waited a short three hundred yards brought him to the road that dipped down into the valley across the Double A line.
 He reached the willows in the creek-bottom none too soon. Hardly had he thrown his horse when Cash and his men thundered by Morrow was determined only upon getting to the scene of action as quickly as possible.
 Hike back to tie creek" he or dered. Watch out. This thing to the west looks crooked to me-
 In ten minutes Blaze had retraced his way to within a hundred yards of the spot where Esteban was. So, unaware of each other. stalker and stalked made their way downstream, on opposite banks.
 The rim Of the golden-yellow moon crept above the range at Kildare's back, silhouetting him In its glowing fire. Catlike, he slid from his saddle. Below him a few yards, rock out cropping lay in shadow. Already the moon was searching out the hill- side that fell away to the willows. Dropping the rein over My Mans head, Blaze wrggled on his stomach until he reached the rocky ledge.
 Esteban got down on his hands and knees and studied the bank of rock and sand that filled the channel of the creek, all unmindful of the grim figure that lay on the rocks above him.
 He slid into the water. It came to his armpits Breathing the cur rent, he waded to where the cloud burst had once closed the mouth of the Webster. No such barrier arose now. Unimpeded. the water swept by him. The theft was plain and certain.
 Wet and bedraggled Esteban crawled out on the bank. But he had not gone twenty yards before something moved in front of him. It was My Man. grazing where he had been left. The boy could not turn back. A second brought him abreast of the rocky ledge.
 Esteban's keen eyes located his enemy as he crouched rife at his shoulder on the outcropping. Eye and finger acted at the same moment in the young Basque. In wild panic he emptied his gun.
 From the road across the creek came cries of men and the batter of rapidly driven horses. With savage energy Esteban drove his spurs home. His mount the gray Bodine had broken for him, leaped ahead ir -+,-,l hf, reached the road, he would be un- beatabe, "....
 Blaze felt his arm. It burned as though he had been branded with an iron. He did not recognize Esteban but when he saw him head for the road he guessed his intention. The way around by the Chimney was the only means of escape. Kildare got into his saddle and lined straight for it.
 Blaze reached the Chimney in ad- vance of the Basque by full minute. He found the road, in front of the wall of rock, in darkness. No ray of moonlight penetrated there. Slip ping from his saddle, he waited.
 The tattoo of the flying hoofs grew louder and louder. Another instant and the gray was upon him. The fence came almost to the road, The boy on the gray's backpulled him up, and wheeled him to swing down into the valley south of the wire. Blaze jumped for the bridle, and with his uninjured arm jabbed his six-gun into Esteban's ribs.
 Tho oyrov sbinlJ 1ra rpinC RlaZe into the moonlight. Recognition was simultaneous with both. Blaze brought his gun down with shudder The boy would never know how near he had been to death
 Esteban saw the blood-covered arm.