by Zane Grey
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II Milt Dale quietly sat up to gaze, with thoughtful eyes, into the gloom.
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII Days passed.
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII "Howdy, Dale," drawled Wilson. "Reckon you're a little previous on me."
CHAPTER XXIII "Listen!"
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV Las Vegas Carmichael was a product of his day.
CHAPTER XXVI
