He had yielded entirely to the presentiment of evil that had tortured
him all day.

All his schemes and plots for the stealing of the Double A and Nyland's
ranch were forgotten in the frenzy to escape that had taken possession
of him, and he spurred his horse to its best efforts as he ran--away
from Okar; as he fled from the vengeance of those forces which his
evilness had aroused.




CHAPTER XXXII

WINNING A FIGHT

After Sanderson shot the big man who had tried to rush him, there was a
silence in the defile. Those of Dale's men who had positions of
security held them, not exposing themselves to the deadly fire of
Sanderson and the others.

For two hours Sanderson clung to his precarious position in the
fissure, until his muscles ached with the strain and his eyes blurred
because of the constant vigil. But he grimly held the place, knowing
that upon him depended in a large measure the safety of the men on the
opposite side of the defile.

The third hour was beginning when Sanderson saw a puff of smoke burst
from behind a rock held by one of his men; he heard the crash of a
pistol, and saw one of Dale's men flop into view from behind a rock