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More
than
once
,
he
loosened
almost
every
grip
,
and
for
an
instant
stood
nearly
free
,
panting
,
rolling
his
eyes
,
his
clothes
torn
from
his
body
,
bleeding
,
dripping
with
sweat
,
a
terrible
figure
,
nearly
free
.
The
sheriff
,
under
his
breath
,
uttered
an
exclamation
:
“
By
God
,
he
’
ll
get
away
yet
.
”
S
.
Behrman
watched
the
fight
complacently
.
“
That
all
may
show
obstinacy
,
”
he
commented
,
“
but
it
don
’
t
show
common
sense
.
”
Yet
,
however
Dyke
might
throw
off
the
clutches
and
fettering
embraces
that
encircled
him
,
however
he
might
disintegrate
and
scatter
the
band
of
foes
that
heaped
themselves
upon
him
,
however
he
might
gain
one
instant
of
comparative
liberty
,
some
one
of
his
assailants
always
hung
,
doggedly
,
blindly
to
an
arm
,
a
leg
,
or
a
foot
,
and
the
others
,
drawing
a
second
’
s
breath
,
closed
in
again
,
implacable
,
unconquerable
,
ferocious
,
like
hounds
upon
a
wolf
.
At
length
,
two
of
the
men
managed
to
bring
Dyke
’
s
wrists
close
enough
together
to
allow
the
sheriff
to
snap
the
handcuffs
on
.
Even
then
,
Dyke
,
clasping
his
hands
,
and
using
the
handcuffs
themselves
as
a
weapon
,
knocked
down
Delaney
by
the
crushing
impact
of
the
steel
bracelets
upon
the
cow
-
puncher
’
s
forehead
.
But
he
could
no
longer
protect
himself
from
attacks
from
behind
,
and
the
riata
was
finally
passed
around
his
body
,
pinioning
his
arms
to
his
sides
.
After
this
it
was
useless
to
resist
.
The
wounded
deputy
sat
with
his
back
to
a
rock
,
holding
his
broken
jaw
in
both
hands
.
The
sheriff
’
s
horse
,
with
its
splintered
foreleg
,
would
have
to
be
shot
.
Delaney
’
s
head
was
cut
from
temple
to
cheekbone
.
The
right
wrist
of
the
sheriff
was
all
but
dislocated
The
other
deputy
was
so
exhausted
he
had
to
be
helped
to
his
horse
.
But
Dyke
was
taken
.
He
himself
had
suddenly
lapsed
into
semi
-
unconsciousness
,
unable
to
walk
.
They
sat
him
on
the
buckskin
,
S
.
Behrman
supporting
him
,
the
sheriff
,
on
foot
,
leading
the
horse
by
the
bridle
.
The
little
procession
formed
,
and
descended
from
the
hills
,
turning
in
the
direction
of
Bonneville
.
A
special
train
,
one
car
and
an
engine
,
would
be
made
up
there
,
and
the
highwayman
would
sleep
in
the
Visalia
jail
that
night
.
Delaney
and
S
.
Behrman
found
themselves
in
the
rear
of
the
cavalcade
as
it
moved
off
.
The
cow
-
puncher
turned
to
his
chief
:
