Stevens was once more talking, but with a changed tone.
"Feller's name--was Brown," he rambled.

"We fell out--over a hoss I stole from him--in Huntsville.

He stole it fuss.

Brown's one of them sneaks--afraid of the open--he steals an' pretends to be honest.

Say, Buck, mebbe you'll meet Brown some day--You an' me are pards now." "I'll remember, if I ever meet him," said Duane.
That seemed to satisfy the outlaw.