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Neill dismounted and came forward. The moon-crescent was up by

now and had lit the country with a chill radiance. The figure was

dressed in the coarse striped suit of a convict.

"I don't savvy this play," Fraser confessed softly to himself.

"Do you know him?"

"Suppose you look at him and see if you know him."

Neill looked into the white face and shook his head.

"No, I don't know him, but I suppose it is Struve."

From his pocket the ranger produced a photograph and handed it to

him.

"Hyer, I'll strike a match and you'll see better."

The match flared up in the slight breeze and presently went out,

but not before Neill had seen that it was the face of the man who

lay before them.

"Did you see the name under the picture, seh?"

"No."

Another match flared and the man from the Panhandle read a name,

but it was not the one he had expected to see. The words printed

there were "James Kinney."

"I don't understand. This ain't Kinney. He is a heavy-set man

with a villainous face. There's some mistake."