"You can't both hold on and let go," said Stalker, of Indiana.
He made a business of shootin' 'em on sight—a reg'lar Injun stalker!
The stalker in black seemed to have given up or disappeared.
Something was stalking something else and undoubtedly the stalker was a man.
Near the Blank Hotel they separated in order to confuse the stalker.
Stalker—who had surveyed the ...