Saw you come in here ten minutes ago.

What you doin' here ?" "Exercisin'," said Calumet; "takin' my midnight constitutional." He looked at the man with the rifle.
The latter was hatless.

Long gray hair, unkempt, touched his shoulders; a white beard, scraggly, dirty, hid all of his face except the beak-like, awry nose.

Beady, viciously glowing eyes gleamed out of the grotesque mask.
"Who's your friend ?" questioned Calumet, with a derisive grin.

"If I was a sheep-man now, I'd try an' find time, next shearin'-- " "My father," growled Neal.
"Excuse me," said Calumet with a short laugh, though his eyes shone with a sudden hardness; "I thought it was a--" "You're Calumet Marston, I reckon," interrupted the bearded man.
"You're an impertinent pup, like your father was.