Then he saw his son standing inside the door.

"Say, Jack, shake hands with Bent Wade, hunter an' all-around man.

Wade, this's my boy.

I've jest put him on as foreman of the outfit, an' while I'm at it I'll say thet you'll take orders from me an' not from him." Wade looked up into the face of Jack Belllounds, returned his brief greeting, and shook his limp hand.

The contact sent a strange chill over Wade.