When he reached the big porch he dismounted, and an instant later was pounding heavily upon the front door.
It was opened after an instant, and Mrs.Lawler appeared, pale, anxious.
"Oh!" she said, startled, when she saw Antrim's face in the glare of light from within; "I thought you were one of the Circle L men!" She shrank back a little when Antrim grinned evilly at her, catching her breath with a gasp.
"What do you want ?" she demanded.
Antrim crossed the threshold and stood inside, where the light was full upon his face.

Repelled--almost terrorized by what she saw in his eyes, Mrs.Lawler attempted to retreat from him; but in an instant he had seized her arms, roughly and brutally crushing them against her sides, while he shoved her back against the open door; holding her in that position and grinning hideously at her helplessness.
"You know me ?" he sneered, his face close to hers.

"I'm Antrim!" He laughed when she caught her breath; when he noted that she recognized the name.
"I reckoned you'd know me, when I told you," he said.

"Luke Lawler knowed me--an' your son knows me! I've never had no love for the Lawler breed, an' I ain't changed any.

But there's a lot of things that I'm squarin' up for! "This is my night; I've been waitin' for it!" he gloated.