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〃Certainly； Laddy。〃
A smile momentarily chased the dark cold gloom that had set upon the ranger's lean face。
〃Shore I appreciate it； Dick。 I know how you care for that hoss。 I guess mebbe Charlie Ladd has loved a hoss！ An' one not so good as Sol。 I was only tryin' your nerve； Dick； askin' you without tellin' my plan。 Sol won't get a scratch； you can gamble on that！ I'll ride him down into the valley an' pull the greasers out in the open。 They've got short…ranged carbines。 They can't keep out of range of the 。405； an' I'll be takin' the dust of their lead。 Sabe； senor？〃
〃Laddy！ You'll run Sol away from the raiders when they chase you？ Run him after them when they try to get away？〃
〃Shore。 I'll run all the time。 They can't gain on Sol； an' he'll run them down when I want。 Can you beat it？〃
〃No。 It's great！。。。But suppose a raider comes out on Blanco Diablo？〃
〃I reckon that's the one weak place in my plan。 I'm figgerin' they'll never think of that till it's too late。 But if they do； well； Sol can outrun Diablo。 An' I can always kill the white devil！〃
Ladd's strange hate of the horse showed in the passion of his last words； in his hardening jaw and grim set lips。
Gale's hand went swiftly to the ranger's shoulder。
〃Laddy。 Don't kill Diablo unless it's to save your life。〃
〃All right。 But； by God； if I get a chance I'll make Blanco Sol run him off his legs！〃
He spoke no more and set about changing the length of Sol's stirrups。 When he had them adjusted to suit he mounted and rode down the trail and out upon the level。 He rode leisurely as if merely going to water his horse。 The long black rifle lying across his saddle； however； was ominous。
Gale securely tied the other horse to a mesquite at hand； and took a position behind a low rock over which he could easily see and shoot when necessary。 He imagined Jim Lash in a similar position at the far end of the valley blocking the outlet。 Gale had grown accustomed to danger and the hard and fierce feelings peculiar to it。 But the coming drama was so peculiarly different in promise from all he had experienced； that he waited the moment of action with thrilling intensity。 In him stirred long； brooding wrath at these border raidersaffection for Belding； and keen desire to avenge the outrages he had sufferedwarm admiration for the cold； implacable Ladd and his absolute fearlessness； and a curious throbbing interest in the old； much…discussed and never…decided argument as to whether Blanco Sol was fleeter； stronger horse than Blanco Diablo。 Gale felt that he was to see a race between these great rivalsthe kind of race that made men and horses terrible。
Ladd rode a quarter of a mile out upon the flat before anything happened。 Then a whistle rent the still； cold air。 A horse had seen or scented Blanco Sol。 The whistle was prolonged； faint； but clear。 It made the boood thrum in Gale's ears。 Sol halted。 His head shot up with the old； wild； spirited sweep。 Gale leveled his glass at the patch of mesquites。 He saw the raiders running to an open place； pointing； gesticulating。 The glass brought them so close that he saw the dark faces。 Suddenly they broke and fled back among the trees。 Then he got only white and dark gleams of moving bodies。 Evidently that moment was one of boots； guns； and saddles for the raiders。
Lowering the glass； Gale saw that Blanco Sol had started forward again。 His gait was now a canter； and he had covered another quarter of a mile before horses and raiders appeared upon the outskirts of the mesquites。 Then Blanco Sol stopped。 His shrill； ringing whistle came distinctly to Gale's ears。 The raiders were mounted on dark horses； and they stood abreast in a motionless line。 Gale chuckled as he appreciated what a puzzle the situation presented for them。 A lone horseman in the middle of the valley did not perhaps seem so menacing himself as the possibilities his presence suggested。
Then Gale saw a raider gallop swiftly from the group toward the farther outlet of the valley。 This might have been owing to characteristic cowardice； but it was more likely a move of the raiders to make sure of retreat。 Undoubtedly Ladd saw this galloping horseman。 A few waiting moments ensued。 The galloping horseman reached the slope； began to climb。 With naked eyes Gale saw a puff of white smoke spring out of the rocks。 Then the raider wheeled his plunging horse back to the level； and went racing wildly down the valley。
The compact bunch of bays and blacks seemed to break apart and spread rapidly from the edge of the mesquites。 Puffs of white smoke indicated firing； and showed the nature of the raiders' excitement。 They were far out of ordinary range； but they spurred toward Ladd； shooting as they rode。 Ladd held his ground； the big white horse stood like a rock in his tracks。 Gale saw little spouts of dust rise in front of Blanco Sol and spread swift as sight to his rear。 The raiders' bullets； striking low； were skipping along the hard； bare floor of the valley。 Then Ladd raised the long rifle。 There was no smoke； but three high； spanging reports rang out。 A gap opened in the dark line of advancing horsemen； then a riderless steed sheered off to the right。 Blanco Sol seemed to turn as on a pivot and charged back toward the lower end of the valley。 He circled over to Gale's right and stretched out into his run。 There were now five raiders in pursuit； and they came sweeping down； yelling and shooting； evidently sure of their quarry。 Ladd reserved his fire。 He kept turning from back to front in his saddle。
Gale saw how the space widened between pursuers and pursued； saw distinctly when Ladd eased up Sol's running。 Manifestly Ladd intended to try to lead the raiders round in front of Gale's position； and； presently； Gale saw he was going to succeed。 The raiders； riding like vaqueros； swept on in a curve； cutting off what distance they could。 One fellow； a small； wiry rider； high on his mount's neck like a jockey； led his companions by many yards。 He seemed to be getting the range of Ladd； or else he shot high； for his bullets did not strike up the dust behind Sol。 Gale was ready to shoot。 Blanco Sol pounded by； his rapid； rhythmic hoofbeats plainly to be heard。 He was running easily。
Gale tried to still the jump of heart and pulse； and turned his eye again on the nearest pursuer。 This raider was crossing in； his carbine held muzzle up in his right hand； and he was coming swiftly。 It was a long shot； upward of five hundred yards。 Gale had not time to adjust the sights of the Remington； but he knew the gun and； holding coarsely upon the swiftly moving blot； he began to shoot。 The first bullet sent up a great splash of dust beneath the horse's nose； making him leap as if to hurdle a fence。 The rifle was automatic； Gale needed only to pull the trigger。 He saw now that the raiders behind were in line。 Swiftly he worked the trigger。 Suddenly the leading horse leaped convulsively； not up nor aside； but straight ahead； and then he crashed to the ground throwing his rider like a catapult； and then slid and rolled。 He half got up； fell back； and kicked； but his rider never moved。
The other rangers sawed the reins of plunging steeds and whirled to escape the unseen battery。 Gale slipped a fresh clip into the magazine of his rifle。 He restrained himself from useless firing and gave eager eye to the duel below。 Ladd began to shoot while Sol was running。
The 。405 rang out sharplythen again。 The heavy bullets streaked the dust all the way across the valley。 Ladd aimed deliberately and pulled slowly； unmindful of the kicking dust…puffs behind Sol； and to the side。 The raiders spurred madly in pursuit； loading and firing。 They shot ten times while Ladd shot once； and all in vain； and on Ladd's sixth shot a raider topped backward； threw his carbine and fell with his foot catching in a stirrup。 The frightened horse plunged away； dragging him in a path of dust。
Gale had set himself to miss nothing of that fighting race； yet the action passed too swiftly for clear sight of all。 Ladd had emptied a magazine； and now Blanco Sol quickened and lengthened his running stride。 He ran away from his pursuers。 Then it was that the ranger's ruse was divined by the raiders。 They hauled sharply up and seemed to be conferring。 But that was a fatal mistake。 Blanco Sol was seen to break his gait and slow down in several jumps； then square away and stand stockstill。 Ladd fired at the closely grouped raiders。 An instant passed。 Then Gale heard the spat of a bullet out in front； saw a puff of dust； then heard the lead strike the rocks and go whining away。 And it was after this that one of the raiders fell prone from his saddle。 The steel…jacketed 。405 had gone through him on its uninterrupted way to hum past Gale's positon。
The remaining two raiders frantically spurred their horses and fled up the valley。 Ladd sent Sol after them。 It seemed to Gale； even though he realized his excitement； that Blanco Sol made those horses seem like snails。 The raiders split； one making for the eastern outlet； the other circling back of the mesquites。 Ladd kept on after the latter。 Then puffs of white smoke and rifle s