Dangerous men were no novelty for Gregg. He had lived with them, worked with them, as hard-fisted himself as any, and as ready for trouble, but the man of the mountain-desert has a
peculiar1 dread2 for the practiced, known gun-fighter. In the days of the rapier when the art of fence grew so complicated that half a life was needed for its mastery, men would as soon commit suicide as
ruffle3 it with an assured
duellist4; and the man of the mountain-desert has a similar respect for those who are born, it might be said, gun in hand. There was ample reason for the prickling in his scalp, Vic felt, for here he sat on an errand of
consummate5 danger with three of these deadly fighters. Two of them he knew by name and repute, however dimly, and as for
Buck6 Daniels, unless all signs failed the dark, sharp-eyed fellow was hardly less grim than the others. Vic
gauged7 the three one by one. Daniels might be
dreaded8 for an outburst of wild temper and in that moment he could be as terrible as any. Lee Haines would fight coolly, his blue eyes never clouded by passion, for that was his repute as the right hand man of Jim Silent, in the days when Jim had been a terrible, half-legendary figure. One felt that same quiet strength as the
tawny9 haired man talked to Barry now; his voice was a smooth, deep current. But as for Barry himself, Gregg could not
compute10 the factors which entered into the man. By all outward seeming that slender, half-timid figure was not a
tithe11 of the force which either of the others represented, but out of the past Gregg's memory gathered more and more details, clear and clearer, of the wolf-dog, the black stallion, and the whistling man who tracked down Silent—“Whistling Dan” Barry; that was what they called him, sometimes. Nothing was definite in the mind of Gregg. The stories consisted of patched details, heard here and there at third or fourth hand, but he remembered one
epic12 incident in which Barry had ridden, so
rumor13 told, into the very heart of Elkhead, taken from the jail this very man, this Lee Haines, and carried him through the
cordon14 of every armed man in Elkhead. And there was another picture, dimmer still, which an eye witness had painted: of how, at an appointed hour, Barry met Jim Silent and killed him.
Out of these thoughts he glanced again at the man in the shadow, half expecting to find his host
swollen15 to giant size. Instead, he found the same
meager16 form, the same old suggestion of youth which would not age, the same pale hands, of almost feminine
litheness17. Lee Haines talked on—about a porphyry
dyke18 somewhere to the north—a
ledge19 to be found in the space of ten thousand square miles—a list of vague clues—an appeal for Barry to help them find it—and Barry was held listening though ever seeming to drift, or about to drift, towards the door. Black Bart lay facing his master, and his snaky head followed every movement. Kate sat where the firelight barely touched on her, and in her arms she held Joan, whose face and great bright eyes were turned towards Daddy Dan. All things in the room centered on the place where the man sat by the wall, and the sense of something
impending20 swept over Gregg; then a wild fear—did they know the danger outside? He must make conversation; he turned to Kate, but at the same moment the voice of Buck Daniels beside him, close.
“I know how you feel, old man. I remember an old bay hoss of mine, a Morgan hoss, and when he died I grieved for near onto a year, mostly. He wasn't much of a hoss to look at, too long coupled, you'd say, and his legs was short, but he got about like a coyote and when he sat down on a rope you couldn't
budge21 him with a team of Percherons. That's how good he was! When he was a four year old I was cutting out yearlin's with him, and how—”
The loud, cheerful tone fell away to a
confidential22 murmur23, Daniels leaned closer, with a smile of
prospective24 humor, but the words which came to Gregg were: “Partner, if I was you I'd get up and git and I wouldn't stop till I put a hell of a long ways between me and this cabin!”
It
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