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touch of humor in his gruff voice.
Naida rode back five paces In front
of him. She knew that she was
Not altogether, though. Sheriff
Bagley had the Instinct of a cat when
the mouse was out. The next morn
ing at five that instinct made him
Crawl from his mattress in the little
room above the kitchen, which he had
occupied unasked. He saw a streak
of sunlight dancing upon a rock about
two miles distant. There would have
been nothing strange about that, only
the sunlight was round.
Backward and forward it jumped,
and then the sheriff stood grimly
watching it. Then, pointing down
ward, he saw the edge of Naida's
skirt in the doorway.
The sheriff went back to bed, turn
ed over, and had a short sleep. Then
he got up and, went downstairs in a
leisurely manner. Neither the girl nor
the old crone wasto be seen.
The sheriff hunted about until he
found the mirror a small, round one,
which the "Kid" had probably
brought her from one of his jaunts
in town. The sheriff slipped it up his
big sleeve, took his Winchester, and
lay down under a tree, facing in the
direction of the distant hills. His rifle
he snuggled up against his side, keep
ing his finger conveniently near the
trigger. Smce it was hot, the sheriff
enjoyed a brief siesta.
Half an hour later, lazily opening
one eye, he perceived a figure creep
ing cautiously through, the boulders
of the dry gulch about three hundred
yards distant. In his hand, was a
rifle. The sheriff edged a little, so
l(P that the tree covered him.
Bang! The "Kid's" first shot came
uncommonly near. The "Kid" thought
the sheriff asleep, but he thought that
he could put a bullet through him at
that distance, so that it was Unneces
sary to take any chances.
The sheriff did not reply, because
it is difficult to hit to hit an Inch of
eyebrow at three hundred yards. He
pulled the mirror out of his sleeve
and dandled it in his fingers. The
second shot went wild.
The sheriff rose quietly to his feet,
and he did not seem to be particu
larly interested in the man in the
arroyo, for he strolled toward him in
quite a casual manner. He still held
the mirror in his fingers, and he ad
vanced so steadily, and apparently
disinterested and quiet in his mind,
that the reflection played always up
on that inch of eyebrow and the left
eye underneath It. And, try hard as
he might, the "Kid" could never get
his eye clear of that circle of light,
unless he ducked behind the stone.
And whenever "he did so he always
looked up to see the sheriff a good
deal nearer. Yet the sheriff was Stroll
ing toward him at the same even gait.
Bang! Bang! Bangui went the
"Kid's" rifle, and the sheriff smiled
happily as he heard the bullets go
whistling by, far to the right and left
of him. The fingers that held the
mirror did not waver an inch. The
"Kid" was becoming panic-struck as
wpII as lieht-struck. It seemed like
the inexorable approach of doom,
that quiet, even advent of his enemy.
The figure came near and ever hear
er, out of a sort of luminosity that
framed the dazzling light-beam like
The "Kid's" head ducked and came
up on the other side of the stone.
And he leveled his rifle once again
into that beam of light, and his bullet
plowed up the sand some twenty, feet
Suddenly his chance came. The
sheriff, advancing with his eyes fixed
on the man In the gulley, tripped over
a stone. With shaking fingers the
"Kid" drew a bead on the prostrate
man and fired. The bullet went wild.
The "Kid" had lost his nerve as well
as bis clear vision. He jammed a
cartridge into the breech and aimed
once more into the same sunbeam.
He flung his rifle down and. spring
ing to his feet, held up his hands.
"Don't shoot!" he yelled. "You've