He barred the path to the front door.
"Sheriff, you don't know me, but I'm going to ask you to take my word for what's in that house." Glass swept him with a look of a new nature.
"I got an idea your word might do.

Well, what's in the house ?" "A little five-year-old girl and her mother; nothing else worth seeing." "Nothing else," considered the sheriff, "but that's quite a lot.

Maybe his wife could tell me where he's going?
Give me an idea where I might call on him ?" "Partner, you can't see her." "Can't ?" "No, by God!" "H-m-m!" murmured the sheriff.

He watched the big man plant himself, swaying a little on his feet as though poising for action, and beside him a slightly smaller figure not less determined.
"That girl in there is old man Cumberlan's daughter," said Daniels, "and no matter what her--what Dan Barry may be, Kate Cumberland is white folks." The sheriff remembered what Vic had said of yellow hair and soft blue eyes.
"Leastways," he said, "she seems to have a sort of way with the men." "Sheriff you're on a cold trail," said Haines.

"Inside that house is just a heart-broken girl and her baby.