the
window. He stiffened and pointed an arm toward the door.

"The werewolf," he screamed.

As if in answer to the call, Black Bart raced across the room. Twice
the revolver sounded from the hand of Purvis. Then a shadow leaped
from the floor. There was a flash of white teeth, and Purvis lurched
to one side and dropped, screaming terribly. The door banged. Suddenly
there was silence. The clatter of a galloping horse outside drew
swiftly away.

"Dan!"

"Here!"

"Thank God!"

"Buck, one got away! If it was Silent--Here! Bring some matches."

Someone was dragging himself towards the door in a hopeless effort to
escape. Several others groaned.

"You, there!" called Buck. "Stay where you are!"

The man who struggled towards the door flattened himself against the
floor, moaning pitifully.

"Quick," said Dan, "light a match. Morris's posse is at my heels. No
time. If Silent escaped--"

A match flared in the hands of Buck.

"Who's that? Haines!"

"Let him alone, Dan! I'll tell you why later. There's Jordan and
Kilduff. That one by the door is Rhinehart."

They ran from one to the other, greeted by groans and deep curses.

"Who's that beneath the window?"

"Too small for Silent. It's Purvis, and he's dead!"

"Bart got him!"

"No! It was fear that killed him. Look at his face!"

"Bart, go out to Satan!"

The wolf trotted from the room.

"My God, Buck, I've done all this for nothin'! It was Silent that got
away!"

"What's that?"

Over the groans of the wounded came the sound of running horses, not
one, but many, then a call: "Close in! Close in!"

"The posse!" said Dan.

As he jerked open the door a bullet smashed the wood above his head.
Three horsemen were closing around Satan and Black Bart. He leaped
back into the room.

"They've got Satan, Buck. We've got to try it on foot. Go through the
window."

"They've got nothing on me. I'll stick with Haines."

Dan jumped through the window, and raced to the shelter of a big rock.
He had hardly dropped behind it when four horsemen galloped around the
corner of the house.

"Johnson and Sullivan," ordered the voice of Monte sharply, "watch
the window. They're lying low inside, but we've got Barry's horse and
wolf. Now we'll get him."

"Come out or we'll burn the house down!" thundered a voice from the
other side.

"We surrender!" called Buck within.

A cheer came from the posse. Sullivan and Johnson ran for the window
they had been told to