The jig is up, and he means to hit the road out of Linrock." "Bill'll kill him surer 'n hell," muttered the rustler.

"But we all said it'd come to thet.

An' what'd Wright say ?" "Wright! Why, he's cashed in.

Didn't you-all hear?
Reckon Sampson shot him." The rustler cursed his amaze and swung his rigid arm with fist clenched tight.

"When did Wright get it ?" "A little while ago.