As the boy judge emerged from the well-chosen cave home he looked up at the heavens.
Overhead the limitless skies wore their garments of blue, but there were shadows in the narrow ravine.
Even at noon they lingered there, and as the orb of day declined they grew longer, until once more the little chasm became cold and dark.
An ominous silence reigned over the roughness of nature that surrounded the boy lyncher, and when he stepped entirely from the mouth of the cave, it was to glide down the ravine toward the large canyon.
Noiselessly he went on until, with his lithe body half-hidden by a rock, he leaned forward and beheld the floor of Cut-throat two hundred feet below.
All at once the well-known tread of horses fell upon the boy lyncher’s ears.
“Maybe they’ll entertain me with a drama,” murmured Hal, with a smile, as, stretching his neck forward, he evinced great eagerness to catch sight of the cavaliers.
They did not keep the boy waiting, for hard upon his words two horsemen came in sight—two men whose figures made the little lyncher draw back and hold his breath for a minute.
“They were certain to get together,” he said as he returned to his lookout. “They are magnets which attract each other; evil gravitates to evil, and it is but natural that Deadly Dan and Tom Terror should come together.”