gerin' it's a hell of a lot," responded
Blue, dryly. "Thet's what Jorth will think."

"Where do we come in?"

"Wal, y'u all can back me up," replied Blue, dubiously. "Y'u see, my
plan goes as far as killin' Jorth--an' mebbe his brothers. Mebbe I'll
get a crack at Queen. But I'll be shore of Jorth. After thet all
depends. Mebbe it 'll be easy fer me to get out. An' if I do y'u
fellars will know it an' can fill thet storeroom full of bullets."

"Wal, Blue, with all due respect to y'u, I shore don't like your plan,"
declared Blaisdell. "Success depends upon too many little things any
one of which might go wrong."

"Blaisdell, I reckon I know this heah game better than y'u," replied
Blue. "A gun fighter goes by instinct. This trick will work."

"But suppose that front door of Greaves's store is barred," protested
Blaisdell.

"It hasn't got any bar," said Blue.

"Y'u're shore?"

"Yes, I reckon," replied Blue.

"Hell, man! Aren't y'u takin' a terrible chance?" queried Blaisdell.

Blue's answer to that was a look that brought the blood to Blaisdell's
face. Only then did the rancher really comprehend how the little
gunman had taken such desperate chances before, and meant to take them
now, not with any hope or assurance of escaping with his life, but to
live up to his peculiar code of honor.

"Blaisdell, did y'u ever heah of me in Texas?" he queried, dryly.

"Wal, no, Blue, I cain't swear I did," replied the rancher,
apologetically. "An' Isbel was always sort of' mysterious aboot his
acquaintance with you."

"My name's not Blue."

"Ahuh! Wal, what is it, then--if I'm safe to ask?" returned Blaisdell,
gruffly.

"It's King Fisher," replied Blue.

The shock that stiffened Blaisdell must have been communicated to the
others. Jean certainly felt amaze, and some other emotion not fully
realized, when he found himself face to face with one of the most
notorious characters ever known in Texas--an outlaw long supposed to be
dead.

"Men, I reckon I'd kept my secret if I'd any idee of comin' out of this
Isbel-Jorth war alive," said Blue. "But I'm goin' to cash. I feel it
heah.... Isbel was my friend. He saved me from bein' lynched in Texas.
An' so I'm goin' to kill Jorth. Now I'll take it kind of y'u--if any
of y'u come out of this alive--to tell who I was an' why I was on the
Isbel side. Because this sheep an' cattle war--this talk of Jorth an'
the Hash Knife Gang--it makes me, sick. I KNOW ther