The Wolf is in a bad
way. Alas, he cannot bite." He finished with a cruel laugh.

But The Kid could bite--and did! One of the fangs of the wolf, and a
deadly one, remained to him. He used it now!

Major Stover did not know how it happened. Kid Wolf's arms were
lifted. Apparently he was helpless. But suddenly there was a swish--a
lightning-like gleam of light. Something hit Stover's gun arm like a
thunder smash.

Kid Wolf has used his "ace in the hole"--had hurled the bowie knife
hidden in a sheath sewn inside the back of his shirt collar.

The major's hand went suddenly numb. He dropped the derringer. The
blade had thudded into his forearm and sliced deeply upward. Dazed, he
emitted a wild cry.

The don was not slow to act. He did not know exactly what had
happened, but he saw the major's gun fall and heard his frightened
yell. Floristo reached hastily for his jewel-studded revolver.

But the Texan had closed in on him. Kid Wolf hit him full in the face
and Floristo went sprawling down. He was still jerking at his gun butt
as he hit the floor.

The major had recovered somewhat. With his left hand he scooped up the
derringer and swung it up desperately to line the barrel on Kid Wolf's
heart.

"All right, Harry!" sang out The Kid.

Glass flew out of the window at the south wall and clattered to the
tiled floor as an arm, holding a leveled .45, broke through. It was
young Thomas.

"Put 'em up!" he cried.

Don Floristo, however, had also raised his gun. A report shook the
adobe walls and sent a puff of blue fumes ceilingward. But Harry
Thomas had fired first. Floristo collapsed with a moan, rolled over
and stiffened.

Kid Wolf sent Major Stover's derringer flying with a contemptuous kick,
just as the fear-crazed fat man pulled the trigger.

"Good work, Harry," The Kid approved.

He stepped to the table, returned his own six-guns to their holsters
and then reached out and seized Major Stover by the collar. He shook
him like a rat as he jerked him to his feet.

"Well, majah, as yo' calls yo'self," he drawled, "looks like the
surprise worked the othah way round!"

Stover's flabby face was blue-gray. His knees gave way under him and
his coarse lips were twitching. His eyes rolled wildly.

"Don't kill me," he wheezed in an agony of fright. "It wasn't my
fault. I--I--Goliday made me do it. He's the man behind me. D-don't
kill--me."

Suddenly his head rolled to one side and his b