Morgan stolidly chewed tobacco and kept a wary eye on the bandit, Alvarez.

Charlie sat pale, limp, gazing at nothing.

The elder Menocal had lifted his eyes to Bryant, at whom he looked mistily; he appeared to have aged astonishingly, his cheeks having gone flabby, slack, and gray, while a slight tremour shook his head.
"That's all, I guess," Bryant said, briskly.

"We'll just consider our relations established on the same footing they were before this occurrence." He put out a hand, smiling.

The banker struggled to his feet and clasped it in both of his.
"They shall not be on the same footing, but on a better one, Mr.
Bryant, if it's in my power to make them so," he exclaimed, in a choked voice.
"That suits me right down to the ground, Mr.Menocal." The Mexican was silent.