ndred feet
to the rocky bed of the shallow water of the Lake below.

Phil was petrified at the sight, but he quickly regained his
composure, left his dying horse and ran forward to the scene of the
accident.

Jim Langford, Howden, McConnachie and the ever-ready Morrison of
The O.K. Company came racing along behind, reaching the place
simultaneously with him.

Immediately on the other side of the cut-away, an old Chinaman was
lying nursing a damaged and bloody head, and about him was littered
the wreckage of his broken wagon and scattered vegetables; while his
ramshackle horse was grazing unconcernedly a few yards farther along.

"By God!--we got him," again exclaimed Howden, mopping his face as he
got off his horse.

They peered over the edge of the precipice.

"Dead, I guess, from the looks of that tangle down there!" said Jim.

"Have you any idea who he is?"

"No!" answered Phil. "An old, hard-nut, evidently. He is masked and
wears a beard. I am positive, though, that the horse is Brenchfield's.
They must have known its matchless speed and stolen it. He sure was
some rider to take a chance with that brute."

"Gee!--the Mayor'll have a cat-fit when we tell him. He was bugs on
that horse o' his," said Howden.

"Who is going down to bring him up?" asked McConnachie.

"I'll go," put in Howden.

"No!--better let Phil go! He is not quite so heavy as you are, Howden,
and he has more spring to him."

Ropes were taken from the saddles and joined together. Phil was
lowered slowly over the side and down. He reached the bottom in
safety, but was unable to do anything single-handed, for the great
dead horse was lying completely on top of the dead rider.

"Better come down, Jim," he shouted up. "It is more than a one man
job."

He sent up his rope, and soon Jim was down beside him. Together they
partly dragged and partly rolled the horse from off the dead man. Its
neck had apparently been broken in the fall.

Every bone in the body of the bank robber was crushed and broken with
the weight of the horse falling on top. But his masked and bearded
face appeared to be unmarred. Life was completely gone.

Phil stooped down and removed the mask. As he did so, his face turned
ashy pale and his breath began to come in gulps. Quickly and nervously
he put his fingers through the man's black beard and tugged. The hair
came away in his hands, and he gazed in horror at a face he was well
familiar with.

He rose from his