Buck accosted one of those by the door and asked what was wrong.
"He's in there," said the other, with a broad and excited grin.

"He's in there--waitin'!" And when Buck threw the doors wide he saw, at the farther end of the deserted barroom, Dan Barry, seated at a table braiding a small horsehair chain.

His hat was pushed far back on his head; he had his back to the door.

Certainly he must be quite unaware that all Brownsville was waiting, breathless, for his destruction.

Behind the bar stood O'Brien, pale under his bristles, and his eyes never leaving the slender figure at the end of his room; but seeing Buck he called with sudden loudness: "Come in, stranger.