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Updated: June 12, 2025
"That is a mere piece of information or a declaration of war, whichever way you wish to take it." "I told you we were wasting our time coming here," the cattleman said to his companion. "Good day, gentlemen," said Judge Gordon, politely. And the pair went out to Sorenson's machine.
Sorenson seemed striving for words that would adequately blast those before him, but they appeared lacking. With a last malignant glare he walked out upon the veranda and down across the yard, with his guard following him. When Johnson returned after Sorenson's departure in his car, he was grinning sardonically.
But he might be sure that if his travel was slow, Sorenson's was no better; the road was the same for the pursued as for the pursuer. At the end of another half hour he came around a ledge of rock, where the creek flowed some fifty feet below and the granite wall allowed just room to pass in a hair-pin turn. There a light gleamed before him like a beacon, a dim gleam of a window.
Then curious to see the place of Ed Sorenson's accident, she wandered back along the trail to the ledge. There she beheld the crumpled, fire-blackened remains of his automobile in a heap near the stone wall. Apparently the car had first struck a small boulder, which had flung Sorenson out on one side and forward, then leaping this hit the ledge full force.
There are a few bad Mexicans around these parts that would do anything for money, and it's evident from what's happened that Sorenson's gang was ready to go the limit. What I'm trying to figure out is where these fellows Burkhardt had with him up yonder came from." "I can tell you. From across the line. I've seen plenty just like them down there," Weir affirmed.
At their right towered the misty, unchanging peaks, as if watching unmoved this strange race of two human beings. A strange race, in truth, a race where vengeance rode. Ten miles the two men had gone when Sorenson's horse began to fail. The rider's weight was proving too much for the sturdy little animal and though he strove to maintain his speed the strain told on lungs and legs.
"How long ago was it that you heard him, Mary?" was his parting question. "'Bout fifteen minutes ago," she cried. Fifteen minutes! But the girl's reckoning might be vague, and "fifteen" minutes be half an hour. At any rate, with the road ascending among the peaks Sorenson's speed would be greatly diminished.
All the power of Sorenson's great body was exerted to lift him off his feet, crush him in a terrific bear-hug, put him on his back and render him helpless; and Weir in his turn was tensing his muscles and arching his frame with every ounce of his lean, iron-like frame. Thus they swayed and struggled in the moonlight, without witnesses.
And remember I can still shoot straight," he warned. Towards him came Madden running, who in Weir's disappearance earlier in the night he had guessed a pursuit of the cattleman and had therefore returned to the jail. He placed himself at Sorenson's right. "Whoever tries to take Sorenson from the hands of the law does so at his own peril," he exclaimed. A few mocking shouts resulted.
At last his finger touched the latch. He lifted it soundlessly, as silently pushed the door ajar until there was space for him to slip in. This he did. His mouth was shut hard, his eyes watchful, his right hand was closed about the butt of his revolver still resting in the holster. Over Sorenson's shoulder he saw Janet Hosmer's face, pale and drawn but with a sudden joy flaming there.
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