Warden, standing in the darkened windows of the Wolf Saloon--deserted by its revelers shortly before--saw Moreton and Lawler dismount in front of the jail, which adjoined the sheriff's office.

Warden watched until he saw the two men enter the building--until he saw Moreton come out alone and enter his office.

Then Warden smiled and walked to the door of a room in the rear of the saloon, where Singleton and several other men were playing cards.

He winked at Singleton, a signal correctly interpreted by the other, whose eyes quickened.

And then Warden returned to the front window where, later, he was joined by Singleton; for a long time both of them watched the southern sky, into which had crept a dull red glow, faint, and far away.
"Antrim didn't lose any time!" commented Warden, exultantly.