nevah went befo', Blizzahd boy," The Kid sobbed.

Never had he been up against a plot so ruthless, a situation more
terrible. A lone woman, Ma Thomas, had been selected for the next
victim!

As they pounded along, a thousand thoughts tortured the mind of The
Kid. In a way, it was his fault. It was by his suggestion that Mrs.
Thomas had returned to the ranch. Already, possibly, she was dead!
Kid Wolf had never been angrier. The emotion that gripped him was more
than anger. If he could only reach that S Bar in time!

He rode over hills of sand, across stretches of soft, yielding sand
that slowed even Blizzard's furiously drumming hoofs, over treacherous
fields of lava rock, through cactus forests. Up and down he went, but
always on, and always heading southward toward the ranch. Very rarely
did The Kid use the spurs, but he used them now, roweling Blizzard
desperately. And the white horse responded like a machine.

There is a limit to the endurance of any animal, however strong.
Blizzard could not keep up that pace forever. He had begun to pant.
He was running on sheer courage now. Then The Kid mounted a rise.
Ahead of him he saw two moving dots--horsemen, bound toward the S Bar!
They were Stacy and Mullhall, without a doubt!

Kid Wolf's heart leaped. They had not reached the ranch yet, at any
rate. There was still hope. Again and again he raked Blizzard with
the spurs. The horse was living up to his name now, running like a
white snowstorm. Already the distance between Kid Wolf and the other
horsemen was lessened. But they had seen him! Before, they had been
riding at a leisurely pace. Now they broke into a gallop!

"Get 'em, Blizzahd," cried The Kid. "We've got to get those men, boy!"

Suddenly before The Kid a deep arroyo yawned. The walls were steep.
There was no time to go around, or seek a place to make the crossing.
It looked like the end. A full twenty feet! A tremendous leap, and
for a tired horse----

"Jump it, boy! Jump it!"

Again Blizzard was raked with the spur. They were nearly at the arroyo
edge now. It was very deep. Would Blizzard take it, or refuse?

Kid Wolf knew his horse. He already felt Blizzard rising madly in the
air. The danger now was in the fall. For if the horse failed to make
it, death would be the issue. Jagged rocks thirty feet below awaited
horse and rider if the leap failed.

But Blizzard made it! He scrambled desperately on, the far edge for a