"One of them was alive when I came up, but I ran my knife between his ribs, and he's dead now." "The devil!" cried Philip, half drawing his revolver at the ferocious leer in the other's face.
"Wait," exclaimed the man, "and see if I'm not right.

The man who was responsible for the wreck back there is my deadliest enemy--has been for years, and now I'm even up with him.

And I guess in the eyes of the law I've got the right to it.

What do you say ?" "Go on," said Philip.
The snake-like eyes of the man burned with a dull flame and yet he spoke calmly.
"He came out here from England four years ago," he went on.

"He was forced to come.