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se 'm that white fella marster to hell outa here along bush！〃
〃I'll kick your head off for that；〃 the man gritted at Harley through his teeth。
Savage as were his acts and utterance； the man was nearly ready to cry。 The long pursuit； his hand against all mankind and all mankind against him； had begun to break his stamina。 He was surrounded by enemies。 Even youths had risen up and peppered his back with birdshot； and beef cattle had trod him underfoot and smashed his rifle。 Everything conspired against him。 And now it was a dog that had slashed down his leg。 He was on the death… road。 Never before had this impressed him with such clear certainty。 Everything was against him。 His desire to cry was hysterical； and hysteria； in a desperate man； is prone to express itself in terrible savage ways。 Without rhyme or reason he was prepared to carry out his threat to kick Harley Kennan to death。 Not that Kennan had done anything to him。 On the contrary； it was he who had attacked Kennan； hurling him down on the road and breaking his leg under his horse。 But Harley Kennan was a man； and all mankind was his enemy； and； in killing Kennan； in some vague way it appeared to him that he was avenging himself； at least in part； on mankind in general。 Going down himself in death； he would drag what he could with him into the red ruin。
But ere he could kick the man on the ground； Michael was back upon him。 His other calf and trousers' leg were ribboned as he tore clear。 Then； catching Michael in mid…leap with a kick that reached him under the chest； he sent him flying through the air off the road and down the slope。 As mischance would have it； Michael did not reach the ground。 Crashing through a scrub manzanita bush； his body was caught and pinched in an acute fork a yard above the ground。
〃Now；〃 the man announced grimly to Harley； 〃I'm going to do what I said。 I'm just going to kick your head clean off。〃
〃And I haven't done a thing to you；〃 Harley parleyed。 〃I don't so much mind being murdered； but I'd like to know what I'm being murdered for。〃
〃Chasing me for my life；〃 the man snarled； as he advanced。 〃I know your kind。 You've all got it in for me； and I ain't got a chance except to give you yours。 I'll take a whole lot of it out on you。〃
Kennan was thoroughly aware of the gravity of his peril。 Helpless himself； a man…killing lunatic was about to kill him and to kill him most horribly。 Michael； a prisoner in the bush； hanging head… downward in the manzanita from his loins squeezed in the fork； and struggling vainly； could not come to his defence。
The man's first kick； aimed at Harley's face； he blocked with his fore…arm； and； before the man could make a second kick； Jerry erupted on the scene。 Nor did he need encouragement or direction from his love…master。 He flashed at the man； sinking his teeth harmlessly into the slack of the man's trousers at the waist…band above the hip； but by his weight dragging him half down to the ground。
And upon Jerry the man turned with an increase of madness。 In truth all the world was against him。 The very landscape rained dogs upon him。 But from above； from the slopes of Sonoma Mountain； the cries and calls of the trailing poses caught his ear； and deflected his intention。 They were the pursuing death； and it was from them he must escape。 With another kick at Jerry； hurling him clear； he leaped astride the reporter's horse which had continued to stand； without movement or excitement； in utter apathy； where he had dismounted from it。
The horse went into a reluctant and stiff…legged gallop； while Jerry followed； snarling and growling wrath at so high a pitch that almost he squalled。
〃It's all right； Michael；〃 Harley soothed。 〃Take it easy。 Don't hurt yourself。 The trouble's over。 Anybody'll happen along any time now and get us out of this fix。〃
But the smaller branch of the two composing the fork broke； and Michael fell to the ground； landing in momentary confusion on his head and shoulders。 The next moment he was on his feet and tearing down the road in the direction of Jerry's noisy pursuit。 Jerry's noise broke in a sharp cry of pain that added wings to Michael's feet。 Michael passed him rolling helplessly on the road。 What had happened was that the livery horse； in its stiff… jointed； broken…kneed gallop； had stumbled； nearly fallen； and； in its sprawling recovery； had accidentally stepped on Jerry； bruising and breaking his fore…leg。
And the man； looking back and seeing Michael close upon him； decided that it was still another dog attacking him。 But he had no fear of dogs。 It was men； with their rifles and shot…guns； that might bring him to ultimate grief。 Nevertheless； the pain of his bleeding legs； lacerated by Jerry and Michael； maintained his rage against dogs。
〃More dogs；〃 was his bitter thought； as he leaned out and brought his whip down across Michael's face。
To his surprise； the dog did not wince under the blow。 Nor for that matter did he yelp or cry out from the pain。 Nor did he bark or growl or snarl。 He closed in as though he had not received the blow； and as though the whip was not brandished above him。 As Michael leaped for his right leg he swung the whip down； striking him squarely on the muzzle midway between nose and eyes。 Deflected by the blow； Michael dropped back to earth and ran on with his longest leaps to catch up and make his next spring。
But the man had noticed another thing。 At such close range； bringing his whip down； he could not help noting that Michael had kept his eyes open under the blow。 Neither had he winced nor blinked as the whip slashed down on him。 The thing was uncanny。 It was something new in the way of dogs。 Michael sprang again； the man timed him again with the whip； and he saw the uncanny thing repeated。 By neither wince nor blink had the dog acknowledged the blow。
And then an entirely new kind of fear came upon the man。 Was this the end for him； after all he had gone through？ Was this deadly silent； rough…coated terrier the thing destined to destroy him where men had failed？ He did not even know that the dog was real。 Might it not be some terrible avenger； out of the mystery beyond life； placed to beset him and finish him finally on this road that he was convinced was surely the death…road？ The dog was not real。 It could not be real。 The dog did not live that could take a full…arm whip…slash without wince or flinch。
Twice again； as the dog sprang； he deflected it with accurately delivered blows。 And the dog came on with the same surety and silence。 The man surrendered to his terror； clapping heels to his horse's old ribs； beating it over the head and under the belly with the whip until it galloped as it had not galloped in years。 Even on that apathetic steed the terror descended。 It was not terror of the dog； which it knew to be only a dog； but terror of the rider。 In the past its knees had been broken and its joints stiffened for ever； by drunken…mad riders who had hired him from the stables。 And here was another such drunken…mad riderfor the horse sensed the man's terrorwho ached his ribs with the weight of his heels and beat him cruelly over face and nose and