CHAPTER XV.
OLD GARY PETERS For some moments after this Buck Daniels remained at the bar with his hand clenched around his glass and his eyes fixed before him in the peculiar second-sighted manner which had marked him when he sat so long on the veranda.
"Funny thing," began O'Brien, to make conversation, "how many fellers go west at sunset.

Seems like they let go all holts as soon as the dark comes.

Hey ?" "How long before sunset now ?" asked Buck Daniels sharply.
"Maybe a couple of hours." "A couple of hours," repeated Daniels, and ground his knuckles across his forehead.

"A couple of hours!" He raised his glass with a jerky motion and downed the contents; the chaser stood disregarded before him and O'Brien regarded his patron with an eye of admiration.
"You long for these parts ?" he asked.
"No, I'm strange to this range.

Riding up north pretty soon, if I can get someone to tell me the lay of the land.