that was done he prepared himself a much-needed meal. The sun
was getting warm when he lay down to sleep, and when he awoke
it was sinking in the west. Stevens was still alive, for he
breathed heavily. The horses were in sight. All was quiet
except the hum of insects in the brush. Duane listened awhile,
then rose and went for the horses.

When he returned with them he found Stevens awake, bright-eyed,
cheerful as usual, and apparently stronger.

"Wal, Buck, I'm still with you an' good fer another night's
ride," he said. "Guess about all I need now is a big pull on
thet bottle. Help me, will you? There! thet was bully. I ain't
swallowin' my blood this evenin'. Mebbe I've bled all there was
in me."

While Duane got a hurried meal for himself, packed up the
little outfit, and saddled the horses Stevens kept on talking.
He seemed to be in a hurry to tell Duane all about the country.
Another night ride would put them beyond fear of pursuit,
within striking distance of the Rio Grande and the
hiding-places of the outlaws.

When it came time for mounting the horses Stevens said, "Reckon
you can pull on my boots once more." In spite of the laugh
accompanying the words Duane detected a subtle change in the
outlaw's spirit.

On this night travel was facilitated by the fact that the trail
was broad enough for two horses abreast, enabling Duane to ride