And then, suddenly, every drop of blood in his body blazed into fierce life.
In the glow of one of the station lamps stood a group of men.

The faces of all were turned toward them.

One he recognized--a bloated, leering face grinning devilishly at them.

It was Quade! A low, frightened cry broke from Joanne's lips, and he knew that she, too, had seen him.

But it was not Quade that she had looked for.