A shouting, yelling crowd streamed down the main street of Lobo City, and like a small and frightened fox fleeing from a pack of hounds, a slim figure ran ahead of it, making desperately for the cattle train pulling slowly away from the public corrals. For a long moment, it seemed as if the fugitive must be either overtaken by his pursuers, or overtaken by the train which was gathering speed with every second, and the crowd, sensing victory, gave a long sustained shout of triumph...