But who
was the victim? Bannister or McWilliams she felt sure, by reason
of the sinking heart in her; and then it came home that she would
be hard hit if it were either.
The approaching rider began to take distinct form through her
glasses. As he pounded forward she recognized him. It was the man
nicknamed Denver. The wind was blowing strongly from her to him,
and while he was still a hundred yards away she hurled her
question.
His answer was lost in the wind sweep, but one word of it she
caught. That word was "Mac."
CHAPTER 7. THE MAN FROM THE SHOSHONE FASTNESSES
Though the sharpshooter's rifle cracked twice during his run for
the cottonwood, the sheepman reached the tree in safety. He could
dodge through the brush as elusively as any man in Wyoming. It
was a trick he had learned on the whitewashed football gridiron.
For in his buried past this man had been the noted half-back of a
famous college, and one of his specialties had been running the
ball back after a catch through a broken field of opponents. The
lesson that experience had then thumped into him had since saved
his life on more than one occasion.
Having reached the tree, Bannister took immediate advantage of
the lie of the ground to snake forward unobserved for another
hundred feet.
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