And after a moment, as he had hoped, she turned in the saddle and waved to him.
His eyes were downward and he was smiling faintly when he re-entered the saloon.
Silent sat at a table with his chin propped in his hand--his left hand, of course, for that restless right hand must always be free.

He stared across the room towards Whistling Dan.

The train of thoughts which kept those ominous eyes so unmoving must be broken.

He sat down at the side of his chief.
"What the hell ?" said the big man, "ain't you started yet ?" "Look here, Jim," said Haines cautiously, "I want you to lay off on this kid, Whistling Dan.

It won't meant anything to you to raise the devil with him." "I tell you," answered Silent, "it'll please me more'n anything in the world to push that damned girl face of his into the floor." "Silent, I'm asking a personal favour of you!" The leader turned upon him that untamed stare.