"Now hear me," warned Rimrock as there fell a tense silence, "you get
off----"

"Shoot that man!" yelled McBain as he sensed what was coming, but
Rimrock was over the wall. He knocked it flat with the fury of his
charge, striking the gunmen aside as he passed. There was a moment of
confusion and then, as McBain turned to run, the bang of Rimrock's gun.
Andrew McBain went down, falling forward on his face, and as Rimrock
whirled on the startled gunmen they shot blindly and broke for cover.
The fight had got beyond them, their hearts were not in it--and they
knew that McBain was dead.

"You get off my claim!" cried Rimrock as he faced them and
instinctively they backed away. That look in his eyes they knew all
too well, it was the man-killing berserker rage. Many a time, on
foreign battlefields or in the bloody saloon fights of the frontier,
they had seen it gleaming in the eyes of some man whom nothing but
death would stop. They backed off, fearfully, with their guns at a
ready; and when they were clear they ran.

When L. W. looked over the shattered wall he saw Rimrock tearing down
the notice and crunching it into the ground. He was perfectly calm,
but in his staring blue eyes the death look still burned like live
coals; and it was only when Hassayamp, risking his life from heart
failure, toiled up and took charge of his claim that he could be
persuaded to give himself up.

CHAPTER XI

A LITTLE TROUBLE

Rimrock came back to Gunsight in charge of a deputy sheriff and with
the angry glow still in his eyes. The inquest was over and he was held
for murder, but he refused to retain a lawyer.

"I don't want one," he said when his friends urged it on him. "I wish
every lawyer was dead."

He sat in gloomy silence as the Gunsight justice of the peace went
through the formalities of a preliminary examination and then, while
they waited for the next train to Geronimo, he and the deputy dropped
in on Mary Fortune.

"Good morning," he said, flushing up as she looked at him, "can you
spare me a few minutes of your time?"

"Why, certainly," she answered, and he spoke to the deputy, who waited
outside the door.

"I've had a little trouble," went on Rimrock grimly as he sat down
where he could speak into her transmitter, "and I want you to help me
out. Mr. Hicks over here is guarding the mine and I've sent four more
boys out to help, but there's a whole lot of business coming up. Can
you hold down the j