one against forty. They had him cornered-upon a canyon rim with no way to go but down! There was a canyon rim with no way to go but down! There was a rock bis as a buckboard, right on the edge of the cliff. Trace heaved and felt his wound bust loose, but the rock rolled free. There was a rattle of stones behind it, then the echoing screams of a man and horse falling away into the darkness. Bleeding and shaking, Trace yelled, "come on the rest of you, damn you!"