Swinging about as he did so, Drew caught his first full glimpse of Anthony's face, and knew him for the man who had ridden the wild horse at Madison Square Garden those weeks before.
Perhaps it was astonishment that moved the big man--surely it could not have been fear--yet he knelt there behind the sheltering tree grey-faced, wide, and blank of eye, as a man might look who dreamed and awoke to see his vision standing before him in full sunlit life.

What his expression became then could not be said, for he buried his face in his hands and his great body shook with a tremor.

If this was not fear it was something very like.
And very like a man in fear he stole back among the trees as cautiously as he had made his approach.

Resuming his horse he rode straight for Logan.
"Couldn't find your young friend," he said, "along the creek." "Why," said Logan, "I can reach him with a holler from here, I think." "Never mind; just tell him that he's welcome to do what he pleases on the place; and he can bunk down at the house if he wants to.

I'd like to know his name, though." "That's easy.