White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1932-10-06

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paign proved his conclusion a correct
one. After the first shot there was no
other for at least an hour. It was
quite likely that the man who had To-
Gated his position was communicating
with the rest.
Waiting was nerve-racking strain.
The silence was ominous, yet every
little rustling of twigs suggested that
a foe might be lurking in the bushes
there His alert gaze continuously
swept the landscape. Every bush of
greasewood, every clump of mesquite
fell under his keen observation.
A squirt of sand flew up beside him.
He caught sight for moment of
face peering over the edge Of rock
and flung back instantly a bullet in
answer to the one intended for him.
The face was withdrawn.
From the right a shot sounded, and
another from the left. They were
fired from invisible rifles by invisible
foes. Wilson shifted his position
few yards to get out of sight behind
two fat-faced boulders.
The sun climbed higher. BY noon
the attackers had worked Wilson out
Of the sand pit and driven him from
rock to rock. He had fired perhaps
eight or nine times usually without
actually seeing the persons at whom
he shot. So far as he knew none of
his bullets had scored a hit. His
enemies were not taking chances. Their
intention evidently was to force him
from the cover Of the rocks and pick
him off as he lodged for the chaparral.
The plan was one very likely to sue
coed, Mccain Judged.
BY mid-afternoon it came on to rain
mistily. He had reached the edge of
the boulder field and within q few
minutes must have been dislodged
from his last stand In it. The rain
gave him respite.
He slipped deeper In to the rock
field, moving warily so as not to be
caught unprepared What the out
laws would do under the circum-
stances was uncertain, but he guessed
they would follow him to the open ex-
pecting him to make a run for his life
across the valley.
Not fifty feet from him, on the other
side Of ledge of rock, revolver
doomed. He crouched, every sense
keyed up, nerves taut.
A moan came to him, followed by a
cruel laugh.
you've got yores, Jas Stark" he
heard remembered voice say.
Thought you'd fix it for yoreself by
J givin' us away, didn't you? TIL learn
you to try to play traitor with Carl
| Gitner."
Swiftly Wilson clambered up the
rock ledge and looked over. The big
Texan was standing straddled over the
man he had just shot down and was
sneering at him.
you always was white-livered
coyote, Jas, an you got what was COM
in to you. When they find yore body,
If they ever do, they'll think Wills Nc
Cam bumped you off. I'm figurin' on
gettin' him too muy pronto.
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Wilson spoke in low hard voice.
"Then get busy, you murderer. an
come a-shootin'."
Gitner looked up, snarling. The
eyes of the two met in deadly combat
for fraction Of a second before the
revolvers began to roar.
OF the number of shots fired Wilson
lost count In the smoke he saw the
face of the Texan, distorted with rage
and pain, sinking down to the ground.
He kept on throwing bullets IL tho
man till his revolver was empty, for
the outlaw had not stopped firing.
Wilson reached for the rifle he had
laid beside him. But there was no
need to use 1t. Gitner had fallen
across the body of the man he had
shot. He lay, limp and lax, arms out
stretched, no sign of life in him. eau
tiously Mccain descended, never lift
ing his eyes from the prone body after