He stood there for a few minutes, Singleton watching him--until the whistle shrieked again and a muffled roar reached their ears.

Then Warden turned, his face ashen.
"Singleton, it's a special!" he said, jerkily; "an engine and one car!" Singleton got up and walked to the window, beside Warden.

As they stood there, they saw the train stop at the station.

They saw, in the dim light from the coach, the figure of a tall man alight and dart across the platform, to vanish in the shadow of the station.

Simultaneously, there came to their ears the staccato reports of pistols, the sounds rendered faint and muffled by distance.
Singleton flashed around, his face pale and his eyes bulging.
"It's Lawler! I'd know him among a million! An' somethin's happened at the Wolf.