Let's have a look at you," the guard ordered, curtly.
Duane advanced again until he stood before the man.

Here the rays of light from the fires flickered upon Duane's face.
"Reckon you're a stranger, all right.

What's your name and your business with the Captain ?" Duane hesitated, pondering what best to say.
"Tell Captain MacNelly I'm the man he's been asking to ride into his camp--after dark," finally said Duane.
The ranger bent forward to peer hard at this night visitor.

His manner had been alert, and now it became tense.
"Come here, one of you men, quick," he called, without turning in the least toward the camp-fire.
"Hello! What's up, Pickens ?" came the swift reply.

It was followed by a rapid thud of boots on soft ground.