He believed Stevens.

He knew the man was not excitable.

He was one of the coolest heads in the mountains.

And he had abundant nerve.

Thought of Stimson and Stimson's wife had sent the hot blood through Aldous like fire.
Was Stevens right in that detail?
And was Quade actually planning the same end for him and Joanne?
Why had Quade stolen on ahead to Tete Jaune?
Why had he not waited for to-morrow's train?
He found himself walking swiftly along the road, where he had intended to walk slowly--a hundred questions pounding through his brain.