Beyond the Law

The question came quietly out of a long silence. The younger man looked up quickly from the crackling camp-fire, his eyes searching his partner’s grave face for an explanation o...

It was Johnny Watson’s voice swearing at old Shaggy that awoke Dick Farley in the early dawn. Farley stared upward through the still tree-tops at the gray morning, his mind grop...

Before he climbed down the way Watson had gone, Dick Farley again turned his eyes along the trail which was to lead him tomorrow to the Cup of Gold. His wandering fancies built...

ON THE floor of the Devil’s Pocket Dick Farley came upon the trail again as he had foreseen. Where it ran from the ridges across the creek he found tracks. He drank first and th...

Dick rested for a long time. Then leaning upon the girl’s firm shoulder, he got to his feet and moved slowly with her to the boat. When he had sunk in a huddled heap in the narr...

The night dragged by, bringing little sleep to Dick Farley, and Virginia Dalton’s father did not return. It was the longest night Dick had ever known. Hour after hour he sat pro...

The days passed swiftly and pleasantly for them—too pleasantly, Dick Farley told himself with something of bitterness. For what right had he to live from day to day in this quie...

Out of the few scanty details which seemed to him to have any bearing upon the thing he sought to know, Dick Farley strove to piece together a chain of evidence which his brain...

It was very quiet in Dalton’s cabin. Were it not for the figures which the flickering firelight found out uncertainly, casting their grotesque wavering shadows upon the floor an...

The day had come, and Dick Farley was firm and calm in his determination. But the thing which the day was to bring need not come yet. There was no call for haste, while there wa...