He knew Squint Rodaine was not through.

And he knew also that the fight against the man with the blue-white scar had only begun.

The cross-cut had brought wealth and the promise of riches to Fairchild and Harry for the rest of their lives.

But it had not freed them from the danger of one man,--a man who was willing to kill, willing to maim, willing to do anything in the world, it seemed, to achieve his purpose.

Harry's suggestion was a good one.
Together, when night came, they bundled their greatcoats about them and pulled their caps low over their ears.