CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I | WATCHING THE LINE | [1] |
| II | WHITE POINT | [5] |
| III | THE HOLD-UP | [11] |
| IV | AT THE FOOT OF AN AGED PINE | [18] |
| V | BOUND FOR THE SOUTHERN TRAIL | [25] |
| VI | THE MAN-HUNTERS | [35] |
| VII | CHARLIE BRYANT | [43] |
| VIII | THE SOUL-SAVERS | [53] |
| IX | THE “STRAY”-HUNTER | [64] |
| X | THE BROTHERS | [73] |
| XI | THE UNREGENERATE | [79] |
| XII | THE DISCOMFITURE OF HELEN | [91] |
| XIII | LIGHT-HEARTED SOULS | [73] |
| XIV | THE HOUSE OF DIRTY O’BRIEN | [110] |
| XV | ADVENTURES IN THE NIGHT | [120] |
| XVI | FURTHER ADVENTURES | [128] |
| XVII | BILL PEEPS UNDER THE SURFACE | [137] |
| XVIII | THE ARM OUTREACHING | [142] |
| XIX | BILL MAKES THREE DISCOVERIES | [155] |
| XX | IN THE FAR REACHES | [166] |
| XXI | WORD FROM HEADQUARTERS | [176] |
| XXII | MOVES IN THE GAME OF LOVE | [184] |
| XXIII | STORM CLOUDS | [195] |
| XXIV | THE SOUL OF A MAN | [206] |
| XXV | THE BROKEN CHAIN | [215] |
| XXVI | ROCKY SPRINGS HEARS THE NEWS | [221] |
| XXVII | AT THE HIDDEN CORRAL | [235] |
| XXVIII | A WAGER | [241] |
| XXIX | BILL’S FRESH BLUNDERING | [256] |
| XXX | THE COMMITTEE DECIDE | [261] |
| XXXI | ANTAGONISTS | [265] |
| XXXII | TREACHERY | [272] |
| XXXIII | PLAYING THE GAME | [278] |
| XXXIV | AN ENCOUNTER | [286] |
| XXXV | ON MONDAY NIGHT | [296] |
| XXXVI | STILL MONDAY NIGHT | [296] |
| XXXVII | THE NIGHT TRAIL | [299] |
| XXXVIII | THE FALL OF THE OLD PINE | [307] |
| XXXIX | FROM THE ASHES | [315] |
| XL | THE DAWN | [327] |
THE LAW-BREAKERS
CHAPTER I
WATCHING THE LINE
There was no shade anywhere. The terrible glare of the summer sun beat down upon the whole length of the wooden platform at Amberley. Hot as was the dry, bracing air, it was incomparable with the blistering intensity of heat reflected from the planking, which burned through to the soles of the feet of the uniformed man who paced its length, slowly, patiently.
This sunburnt, gray-eyed man, with his loose, broad shoulders, his powerful, easy-moving limbs, seemed quite indifferent to the irritating climatic conditions of the moment. Even the droning of the worrying mosquitoes had no power to disturb him. Like everything else unpleasant in this distant northwestern land, he accepted these things as they came, and brushed them aside for the more important affairs he was engaged upon.