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THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
flinging themselves into their saddles, fled in every direction.
Young Matt and the shepherd sank upon the ground in helpless amazement.
As the outlaws fled, the spectre paused. Then it started onward toward the two men. Again it hesitated. For a moment it remained motionless, then turned and vanished, just as Jim Lane came flying out of the timber, into the bright light of the little clearing.
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