But what's the matter?
You seem like you was hearin' something ?" "I am," replied Daniels enigmatically.

"I'm hearin' something that would be music for the ears of Old Nick." And he turned on his heel and strode for the barroom.

There he found Fatty in the very act of disposing of a stiff three-fingers of red-eye.
Daniels stepped to the bar, poured his own drink, and then stood toying with the glass.

For though the effect of red-eye may be pleasant enough, it has an essence which appalls the stoutest heart and singes the most leathery throat; it is to full-grown men what castor oil is to a child.
Why men drink it is a mystery whose secret is known only to the profound soul of the mountain-desert.

But while Daniels fingered his glass he kept an eye upon the other man at the bar.
It was unquestionably the one he sought.