"Well," he added in a self-accusing voice, "I reckon I was dreamin' some." Neal Taggart dismounted, moving quickly aside so that the man with the rifle had an unobstructed view of Calumet.

He went close to the latter.
"So it's you, eh ?" he said.

"We saw you tearin' up an' down the river trail, when we was back in the timber a piece.

Racin' your fool head off.

Nothin' in sight.