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As
young
Vacca
slid
down
to
the
ground
,
two
small
black
-
and
-
tan
hounds
,
with
flapping
ears
and
lolling
tongues
,
loped
into
view
on
the
road
in
front
of
the
house
.
They
were
grey
with
dust
,
their
noses
were
to
the
ground
.
At
the
gate
where
Dyke
had
turned
into
the
ranch
house
grounds
,
they
halted
in
confusion
a
moment
.
One
started
to
follow
the
highwayman
’
s
trail
towards
the
stable
corral
,
but
the
other
,
quartering
over
the
road
with
lightning
swiftness
,
suddenly
picked
up
the
new
scent
leading
on
towards
Guadalajara
.
He
tossed
his
head
in
the
air
,
and
Presley
abruptly
shut
his
hands
over
his
ears
.
Ah
,
that
terrible
cry
!
deep
-
toned
,
reverberating
like
the
bourdon
of
a
great
bell
.
It
was
the
trackers
exulting
on
the
trail
of
the
pursued
,
the
prolonged
,
raucous
howl
,
eager
,
ominous
,
vibrating
with
the
alarm
of
the
tocsin
,
sullen
with
the
heavy
muffling
note
of
death
.
But
close
upon
the
bay
of
the
hounds
,
came
the
gallop
of
horses
.
Five
men
,
their
eyes
upon
the
hounds
,
their
rifles
across
their
pommels
,
their
horses
reeking
and
black
with
sweat
,
swept
by
in
a
storm
of
dust
,
glinting
hoofs
,
and
streaming
manes
.
“
That
was
Delaney
’
s
gang
,
”
exclaimed
Annixter
.
“
I
saw
him
.
”
“
The
other
was
that
chap
Christian
,
”
said
Vacca
,
“
S
.
Behrman
’
s
cousin
.
He
had
two
deputies
with
him
;
and
the
chap
in
the
white
slouch
hat
was
the
sheriff
from
Visalia
.
”
“
By
the
Lord
,
they
aren
’
t
far
behind
,
”
declared
Annixter
.
As
the
men
turned
towards
the
house
again
they
saw
Hilma
and
Mrs
.
Dyke
in
the
doorway
of
the
little
house
where
the
latter
lived
.
They
were
looking
out
,
bewildered
,
ignorant
of
what
had
happened
.
But
on
the
porch
of
the
Ranch
house
itself
,
alone
,
forgotten
in
the
excitement
,
Sidney
—
the
little
tad
—
stood
,
with
pale
face
and
serious
,
wide
-
open
eyes
.
She
had
seen
everything
,
and
had
understood
.
She
said
nothing
.
Her
head
inclined
towards
the
roadway
,
she
listened
to
the
faint
and
distant
baying
of
the
dogs
.
Dyke
thundered
across
the
railway
tracks
by
the
depot
at
Guadalajara
not
five
minutes
ahead
of
his
pursuers
.
Luck
seemed
to
have
deserted
him
.
The
station
,
usually
so
quiet
,
was
now
occupied
by
the
crew
of
a
freight
train
that
lay
on
the
down
track
;
while
on
the
up
line
,
near
at
hand
and
headed
in
the
same
direction
,
was
a
detached
locomotive
,
whose
engineer
and
fireman
recognized
him
,
he
was
sure
,
as
the
buckskin
leaped
across
the
rails
.
He
had
had
no
time
to
formulate
a
plan
since
that
morning
,
when
,
tortured
with
thirst
,
he
had
ventured
near
the
spring
at
the
headwaters
of
Broderson
Creek
,
on
Quien
Sabe
,
and
had
all
but
fallen
into
the
hands
of
the
posse
that
had
been
watching
for
that
very
move
.
It
was
useless
now
to
regret
that
he
had
tried
to
foil
pursuit
by
turning
back
on
his
tracks
to
regain
the
mountains
east
of
Bonneville
.
Now
Delaney
was
almost
on
him
.
To
distance
that
posse
,
was
the
only
thing
to
be
thought
of
now
.
It
was
no
longer
a
question
of
hiding
till
pursuit
should
flag
;
they
had
driven
him
out
from
the
shelter
of
the
mountains
,
down
into
this
populous
countryside
,
where
an
enemy
might
be
met
with
at
every
turn
of
the
road
.
Now
it
was
life
or
death
.
He
would
either
escape
or
be
killed
.
He
knew
very
well
that
he
would
never
allow
himself
to
be
taken
alive
.
But
he
had
no
mind
to
be
killed
—
to
turn
and
fight
—
till
escape
was
blocked
.
His
one
thought
was
to
leave
pursuit
behind
.
Weeks
of
flight
had
sharpened
Dyke
’
s
every
sense
.
As
he
turned
into
the
Upper
Road
beyond
Guadalajara
,
he
saw
the
three
men
galloping
down
from
Derrick
’
s
stock
range
,
making
for
the
road
ahead
of
him
.
They
would
cut
him
off
there
.
He
swung
the
buckskin
about
.
He
must
take
the
Lower
Road
across
Los
Muertos
from
Guadalajara
,
and
he
must
reach
it
before
Delaney
’
s
dogs
and
posse
.
Back
he
galloped
,
the
buckskin
measuring
her
length
with
every
leap
.
Once
more
the
station
came
in
sight
.
Rising
in
his
stirrups
,
he
looked
across
the
fields
in
the
direction
of
the
Lower
Road
.
There
was
a
cloud
of
dust
there
.
