Sanderson was closing up the space that separated him from the two men,
and by that medium he knew they were not traveling rapidly, for the
brown horse was loping slowly. Thus he knew that the first man was not
yet aware that he was being followed.
But some time later to Sanderson's ears was borne the faint, muffled
report of a firearm, and he smiled solemnly.
"That first guy will know, now," he told himself. Sanderson kept
steadily on. In half an hour he heard half a dozen rifle reports in
quick succession, He could see the smoke puffs of the weapons, and he
knew the pursuit was over.
The second riders had brought the first to bay in a section of broken
country featured by small, rock-strewn hills. By watching the smoke
balloon upward, Sanderson could determine the location of the men.
It seemed to Sanderson that the two had separated, one swinging
westward and the other eastward, in an endeavor to render hazardous any
concealment the other might find. It was the old game of getting an
enemy between two fires, and Sanderson's lips curved with an
appreciative grin as he noted the fact.
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