It was no time for argument.

I fired and killed him.

Then, leaping on my horse, I dug the spurs into his sides, and back down the trail we went, over the rocks and rough ground toward safety.
[Illustration: IT WAS NO TIME FOR ARGUMENT.

I FIRED, AND KILLED HIM] My peril was far from past.

At the sound of the shot the six men in the dugout tumbled forth in hot haste.