It was a bold thing to do, but he knew that the first thing which is seen and suspected is the skulker who approaches from covert to covert.

They knew he had ridden into Alder before in the middle of the night and they might suspect the danger of such another attack, but they surely would not have fear of a solitary pedestrian unless a telltale light were thrown upon his face.
He passed Captain Lorrimer's saloon.

Even in this short interval it had fallen into ill-repute after the killing at Alder.

And a shanty farther down the street now did the liquor business of the town; Captain Lorrimer's was closed, and the window nailed across with slats.

He went on.