“The greaser!” he exclaimed sharply. “Did you get him?”
Mr. Murphy cursed.
CHAPTER II
EXIT MATT BRADY
Two men were riding away from the town of Pahrump together. One was Miguel Cervantes, the other was Jack Robinson.
“You ran mighty close back there, Cervantes,” said the younger man soberly. “That fellow was Pincher Brady—a killer. Only, he always kills in the back, savvy? He was going for you when I jumped up.”
Cervantes nodded and flashed white teeth in a smile.
“I was not watching him,” he confessed. “I was looking for someone, as I said. Every day I have come, but no luck.”
“Maybe you drew a little luck to-day,” and Robinson chuckled. “I don’t suppose, by any chance, you were looking for Sam Fisher?”
Cervantes started. His dark eyes centered upon his companion.