Of the two, Irwin was far the more powerful, Keller the more agile and supple. He knew every trick of the wrestling game, whereas the other was clumsy and muscle-bound. By main strength the older man got to his feet again. Over went the table as they surged against it. A chair, stamped into kindling, was hurled aside by the force of their impact. The stove rocked, and the bed collapsed as the locked figures crashed down upon it. The ranger, twisting as they fell, landed on top and his fingers instantly found the throat of his foe. Simultaneously Phil came to his assistance. Even then, taken at an advantage, with two much younger men against him, the big jailer fought to the finish like a bear. Not till he was completely exhausted and they nearly so did he give up and lie quiet. All three of them panted heavily, the allies lying across his chest and legs. The nester managed to draw the loop taut about Irwin's neck and insert his knuckles so that he could use them as a tourniquet if necessary. "Gather up the other end of the rope, loop it, and tie his feet together," the nester ordered, getting his sentence out in fragmentary jerks. Phil did so, deftly and expertly, after which, in spite of renewed struggles, they tied the hands of their prisoner behind his back. "Looks like a cyclone had hit the room," said the boy, glancing at the debris. Larrabie laughed. "He's the most willing mixer I ever saw." "What are you going to do with him?" "We'll leave him tied right where he is. When we get down into the settlement we'll notify his friends, though I reckon they'll find him without any help from us." In order to make sure they went over the knots again, tightening them here and there. The revolver and the rifle of the bound man they appropriated. The nester's horse was in a little corral back of the house. He saddled, and shortly the two were on the back trail. Phil knew the country as a golfer knows his links. To him Keller put the question in his mind: "How far is the Mimbres Pass from here, and in what direction?" The younger man looked at him in surprise. "A dozen miles, I reckon. See that cleft over there? That's the Mimbres." His friend drew rein and looked with level eyes at him. "Phil, it's come to a show-down! Are you for Brill Healy or are you for me?" "I'm through with Brill." "Dead sure of that?" "Dead sure. Why?" "Because you've got to make your choice to-night whether you're going to stand with honest men or thieves. Healy's gang is rustling a bunch of cows gathered at the round-up. They're heading for Mimbres Pass. I'm going to stop them if I can." "I'm with you, Larry." "Good! I was sure of you, Phil." The boy flushed, but his eyes did not waver. "I want to tell you something. That day we most caught you over the dead cow of the C.O. outfit Brill was carrying Phyl's knife. I had lent it to him the night before." Keller nodded. "I had figured it out that way."