" He sighed again. "They's nothing like a
big man, Vic, to fill your sights."
"Daniels and Haines, suppose you count them off agin' the rest of your
gang, Pete. That leaves Barry for you." He grinned maliciously. "D'you know
what Barry it is?"
"It's a kind of common name, Vic."
"Pete, have you heard of Whistlin' Dan?"
No doubt about it, he had burst the confidence of the sheriff into
fragments. The little man began to pant and even in the dim light Vic could
see that his face was working.
"Him!" he said at length. And then: "I might of knowed! Him!" He leaned
closer. "Keep it to yourself, Vic, or you'll have the rest of the boys
runnin' for cover before the fun begins."
He snuggled a little closer to his rock and turned his head towards the
house.
"Him!" he said again.
Columbus, when he saw the land of his dream wavering blue in the distance,
might have hailed it with such a heart-filling whisper, and Vic knew that
when these two met, these two slender, small men--with the uneasy hands,
there would be a battle whose fame would ring from range to range.
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