Then for a moment his eyes plumbed the shadows into which they looked.

He stumbled back to his feet and said apologetically to Haw-Haw at the door: "I kind of forgot he wasn't livin', for a minute." He stared fixedly at the gaunt cowpuncher.

"Speakin' man to man, Haw-Haw, d'you think Jerry will forget me ?" The terror was still white upon the face of Haw-Haw, but something stronger than fear kept him in the room and even drew him a slow step towards Mac Strann; and his eyes moved from the face of the dead man to the face of the living and seemed to draw sustenance from both.

He moistened his lips and was able to speak.
"Forget you, Mac?
Not if you get the man that fixed him." "Would you want me to get him, Jerry ?" asked Mac Strann.

And he waited for an answer.
"I dunno," he muttered, after a moment.