He straightened, his face paled.
"Somebody's out there, headin' for town.

I'm takin' a look--the boss would want me to, an' I ain't overlookin' anything that'll do him any good!" He leaped upon his horse, and the entire company plunged into the soft moonlight that flooded the plains between the cabin and Willets.
* * * * * The ivory-handled pistols were still on Lawler's desk when his secretary softly opened a door and entered.

The secretary smiled slightly at sight of the weapons, but he said no word as he advanced to the desk and placed a telegram before Lawler.
He stood, waiting respectfully, as Lawler read the telegram.

It was from Moreton: "Governor Lawler: There's something mighty wrong going on in Willets.
Slade and his gang struck town this morning.

He was with Warden all day in the Wolf.