I c'n see them shoulders--an' that head--an', my God! them eyes--them fire eatin' eyes! Hal, if a man was to win the heart of that hoss he'd lay down his life for you--he'd run himself plumb to death! I won't never sleep tight till I get the feel of them satin sides of his between my knees." Lee Haines heard them speak, but he said nothing.

His heart also leaped when he heard of Whistling Dan's death, but he thought neither of the horse nor the dog.

He was seeing the yellow hair and the blue eyes of Kate Cumberland.

He approached Jordan and took a place beside him.
"Tell me some more about it, Terry," he asked.
"Some more about what ?" "About Whistling Dan's death--about the burning of the saloon," said Haines.
"What the hell! Are you still thinkin' about that ?" "I certainly am." "Then I'll trade you news," said Terry Jordan, lowering his voice so that it would not reach the suspicious ear of Jim Silent.

"I'll tell you about the burnin' if you'll tell me something about Barry's fight with Silent!" "It's a trade," answered Haines.
"All right.