Where's his hoss?
Duane, the road's open out of Shirley." Sibert swept the gaping watchers aside and pressed Duane toward the horse, which another cowboy held.

Mechanically Duane mounted, felt a lift as he went up.

Then the cowboy's hard face softened in a smile.
"I reckon it ain't uncivil of me to say--hit that road quick!" he said, frankly.
He led the horse out of the crowd.

Aiken joined him, and between them they escorted Duane across the plaza.

The crowd appeared irresistibly drawn to follow.
Aiken paused with his big hand on Duane's knee.