In the lobby of the hotel he ran across Charlie Menocal, who gave him a venomous look and passed into the bar without speaking.
What the young fellow might feel or think gave Lee no concern, though he might have taken warning from that hostile regard.

For it was by Charlie's instructions that a short, stout, swart Mexican went from a native saloon to the depot that evening, where he presently identified Bryant and lounged nearer the spot.

Dave at length noticed him and called Lee's attention to the fellow, whose face had a particularly sinister cast and whose eyes were fixed upon the engineer in a stony, unblinking stare.

That look gave one the sensation of being gazed at by something poisonous in a clump of sagebrush.

But the feeling was forgotten when the train came in on which they were departing and Bryant and Dave mounted the steps of a coach.
The Mexican, on his part, returned to the saloon, where eventually he was joined by Charlie Menocal.