“I looked it over hurriedly. Let me see his picture again, and I'll tell you if it's the same man.”
“It's in the other room.”
“Get it.”
Struve presently returned with the magazine, and, opening it, pointed to a photograph of a young officer in uniform, with the caption underneath:
LIEUTENANT STEPHEN FRASER OF THE TEXAS RANGERS
Who, single-handed, ran down and brought to justice
the worst gang of outlaws known in recent years.
“It's the same man,” Briscoe announced.
The escaped convict's mouth set in a cruel line.
“One of us, either him or me, never leaves this valley alive,” he announced.
Jed laughed softly and handed back the revolver. “That's the way to talk. My friend, if you mean that, you'll need your gun. Here's hoping you beat him to it.”
“It won't be an even break this time if I can help it.”