Do you know what it is?
It's nearly noon, and the chief ought to be here." There was a loud greeting for a newcomer, and Lee took advantage of the noise to say quite openly: "If Silent said he'll come, he'll be here.

But I say he's crazy to come to a place full of range riders, Bill." "Take it easy," responded Bill.

"This hangout is away off our regular beat.

Nobody'll know him." "His hide is his own and he can do what he wants with it," said Lee.
"I warned him before." "Shut up," murmured Bill, "Here's Jim now, and Hal Purvis with him!" Through the door strode a great figure before whom the throng at the bar gave way as water rolls back from the tall prow of a ship.

In his wake went a little man with a face dried and withered by the sun and small bright eyes which moved continually from side to side.