The light was dim, yet clean enough to disclose an unusually tall figure.

When it appeared nearer he was seen to be walking with both arms raised, hands high.

He slowed his stride.
"Does Burt Jones live here ?" he asked, in a low, hurried voice.
"I reckon.

I'm Burt.

What can I do for you ?" replied Jones.
The stranger peered around, stealthily came closer, still with his hands up.
"It is known that Buck Duane is here.