An' Colter says he was ridin' with you an' that you was followin' them tracks that led to town from that Circle L line cabin.

Well, that was a hot trail, Warden.

She's there--in the hotel!" "Who ?" demanded Warden, his face paling, though he was convinced that what Singleton would tell him would merely confirm his suspicions.
"Della Wharton!" declared Singleton.

He related what he had seen the night before from the stable in the rear of the Wolf; and he stood tense and stiff behind Warden as the latter glared out of the window, his lips in a bestial pout.
Warden spoke at last, his voice dry and light and vibrant with cold fury.
"No women, Singleton; he told me he'd kill me if I dragged any of his women into this deal.

And now----" "An' now he's drugged in the woman you've took a shine to," sympathized Singleton.