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leaped to the ground and clambered desperately up the rugged side of the mountain, along the base of which the flight had led. The posse followed like hounds in full cry, and a few eager shots were fired. Then the outlaw dropped down beside a boulder, and his revolver spat defiance. The posse gave a cheer — the quarry was at bay — the end was near.
"Be careful, now, boys/' the sheriff cautioned. "He's a plumb good shot, an' there ain't no use of none of us gettin' plugged for nothin'. Close in gradual, an' take him alive if possible. I 'm near positive I winged him just as he dropped behind that rock."
Cautiously the posse advanced — slowly the cordon was completed. They could see the outlaw's hat over the edge of the protecting rock — the sheriff even worked his way to a point from which the broad back of the hunted man was readily visible.
"Never thought he'd 'low hisself to be took this easy ! ' ' the sheriff muttered, as he suddenly sprang forward, his revolver leveled at the broad back.
' ' Hands up ! " he grimly ordered, but the outlaw did not move. The members of the posse crowded forward.
"Reckon he's cashed," the sheriff remarked, and took another cautious step forward. Then his face grew livid, and, finding words utterly inadequate, he merely pointed.
"To be did with a fool kid greenhorn trick like that!" he finally bellowed, and furiously snatched up the coat and hat, which, arranged on a few sticks, had successfully covered the outlaw's retreat.
"Come on — he cant be far!" a member of the posse shouted excitedly, but the sheriff regarded him scornfully.
1 ' Cant be far, huh ? How long has he been gone, a minute or a half hour, while we was a-crawlin' up thru them rocks ? An ' which way did he go ? "
With a final snort of disgust, the sheriff strode back toward his horse, the posse trailing behind.
Three miles away Father Julian