"
The other nodded.
"Rode in a plumb circle and come back where I started." He laughed, and the
laughter broke off a little shortly. He stepped to the wall and hung up his
bridle on its peg, which is the immemorial manner of asking hospitality in
the mountain-desert. "Hope I ain't puttin' you out, Kate. I see you got
company."
She started, recalled from her thoughts.
"Excuse me, Vic. Vic Gregg, Buck Daniels, Lee Haines."
They shook hands, and Vic detained Haines a moment.
"Seems to me I've heard of you, Haines."
"Maybe."
Gregg looked at the big man narrowly, and then swung back towards Dan. He
knew many things, now. Lee Haines--yes, that was the name. One of the crew
who followed Jim Silent; and Dan Barry? What a fool he had been not to
remember! It was Dan Barry who had gone on the trail of Silent's gang and
hounded it to death; Lee Haines alone had been spared. Yes, half a dozen
years before the mountain-folk had heard that story, a wild and improbable
one. It fitted in with what Pete Glass had told him of the shooting of
Harry Fisher; it explained a great deal which had mystified him since he
first met Barry; it made the thing he had come to do at once easier and
harder.
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