“What do you want?” he whined to Gathright.
“Hylda—your daughter!”
Paul Richter covered his eyes.
“If she will atone for the harm I have done you, Gathright, she is yours with her father’s blessing.”
The Invisible Terror
An Uncanny Tale of the Jungle
By HUGH THOMASON
Old man Jess Benson, cattleman and mine owner, rode across the high plateau, which divided the rich grazing lands between Rock Valley and Slater Canyon, and let his horse pick its way down the steep slope to Slater Creek. Here, as the sorrel slaked its thirst, the big man in the saddle filled and lighted his pipe, while his eyes roved slowly through the sprinkle of cottonwoods which fringed the creek.