That was what Warden would have done, and he believed any man would have done it.
He drew himself erect and walked slowly to the fireplace; where he halted, turned, and smiled at Lawler--a smile full of malice.
"Your explanation of the killing of Link and Givens is a mighty flimsy one, Lawler, don't you think?
Moreton might want a witness,--eh ?" "There was no witness, Warden." Lawler had not turned.

He was watching the door, for he expected the Two Diamond men to enter at any instant, and he knew they would deeply resent the killing of their companions.

He did not intend to be taken by surprise.
Warden, standing in front of the fireplace, noted the blanket suspended from the ceiling, swinging between the two tiers of bunks.

He started, his face paled, and he looked searchingly at Lawler.

And then, observing that Lawler was paying no attention to him, he moved slowly toward one of the bunks--the one Miss Wharton had occupied--noting the disturbed bedclothing.