, son," said Kid Wolf. "Steady!"

Quick hope had suddenly begun to beat in his breast. Deep within the
mesquite thicket, he had caught sight of something white and moving.
It was his horse! Blizzard had followed his master, and stood ready to
do his bidding.

Already the grinning Apaches were coming forward with the stakes and
ropes. Not a second was to be lost. It was a forlorn hope, but Kid
Wolf knew that he could depend on Blizzard to do his best. Sharp and
clear, the Texan gave the coyote yell!"

"_Yip-yip-ee!_"

What happened took place so suddenly that the Apaches never realized
what it all was! Crash! Like a white, avenging ghost horse, the
superb Texas charger leaped out of the mesquite, muscles bunched. It
made the distance to its master's side in two flashing leaps, bowling
over a half dozen Indians as it did so! The Apaches fell back,
overcome with astonishment.

With a quick movement, Kid Wolf drew his knife, pulling it from his
neck sheath like lightning. With it he felled the nearest warrior.
Another step brought him to Blizzard's side.

Garvey and Shank, acting quicker than their red allies, drew their
revolvers.

"Get him! Shoot 'em down!" they yelled.

But Kid Wolf had seized the gun he had placed in Blizzard's stirrup.
He dropped to his knees to the sand, just as lead hummed over his head.

Dave Robbins had struck one of the amazed Apaches and had jerked his
rifle away from him. Clubbing it, he smashed two others as fast as
they dived in.

Shank rushed, his gun winking spurts of fire.

Kid Wolf could not spare his enemies now. His own life depended on his
flashing Colt. He lined the tip of his front sight and thumbed the
hammer.

_Thr-r-r-rup!_ Shank gasped, as lead tore through him. He dropped
headfirst, arms outstretched.

"Get on the hoss!" The Kid yelled at Robbins. Then he turned his gun
on Garvey.

In his rage, the Lost Springs desperado fired too quickly. His aim was
bad, and the slug sang over the Texan's head.

"Reckon yo' are about to get the law that's west of the Pecos now,
Garvey--justice!"

With his words, The Kid threw down on Garvey and suddenly snapped the
hammer. The bullet found its mark. If Garvey had no heart, Kid Wolf's
bullet found the spot where it ought to be. With his glazing eyes, Gil
Garvey--wholesale murderer--saw justice at last. Dropping his gun, he
swayed for a moment on his feet, then fell heavily.

"Look out, Kid!" Robbin