It may be questioned if in his heart Sorenson was not almost disposed to fight the matter out. He was no coward; his original hatred for the engineer had by recent events been swelled to a diabolical desire to kill; and now even if he, Sorenson, succeeded in slipping away, his whereabouts would be known unless he destroyed the man. Safety demanded that he not only escape but escape without this witness.
Weir had not sought cover. He stood upright, his revolver ready, trusting to have an advantage in his speed when it came to an exchange of shots. Then he began an advance, a slow noiseless circling advance that at the same time of taking him closer to his enemy brought him round on his flank.
Sorenson’s hand and pistol appeared and half his face while three shots rattled from his gun, two at the spot where Weir had been and one at him in his new position, which the hiding man had immediately located. The last shot ticked the engineer’s sleeve. In return Weir fired twice, the first bullet striking the rock and ricocheting off with a loud whine, while the second struck the pistol from Sorenson’s hand.
Instantly Weir sprang forward.
“Show yourself,” he ordered. And the kneeling fugitive, disarmed, gripping his bleeding hand, sullenly arose to his feet. “You’ve led me a chase, but I have you at last,” the engineer continued. “Now you’re going back to San Mateo and jail. Walk towards the horses.”
Sorenson cast one bitter glance at the thicket in the ravine; by only the little matter of a few yards he had failed to gain liberty. For Weir his visage when he looked around again was never more hard, hostile, full of undying hatred. Though balked, he was not submissive, and was the kind who kept his animosity to the end. Then he started off towards the horses, his own which had staggered to its feet again and Weir’s, both standing with hanging heads and heaving, quivering sides.
All at once the cattleman halted and faced about.
“Most men have a price, and I suppose you have yours,” he said, with forced calmness. “I’m ready to pay it.”
“You’re going to pay it,” was the answer.