"Broke loose and run off again," he said, as he took down his rope and widened the loop.

"I'll bet Thurman would sell you for a bent nickel, this morning." The horse squatted and jumped when he cast the loop, and then stood quivering and snorting while Lone dismounted and started toward him.

Ten steps from the horse Lone stopped short, staring.

For down in the bushes on the farther side half lay, half hung the limp form of a man..