Only the rider of the
black stallion had given him the sense of equal power, and his whole soul
had risen for the great chance of All. That chance was gone; he pushed the
thought of it away--for the time--and turned back to the business at hand.
"They's only one thing," he went on. "Sliver! Ronicky! Step along, gents,
and we'll have a look at the insides of that house."
"Steady!" broke in Haines. He barred the path to the front door. "Sheriff,
you don't know me, but I'm going to ask you to take my word for what's in
that house."
Glass swept him with a look of a new nature.
"I got an idea your word might do. Well, what's in the house?"
"A little five-year-old girl and her mother; nothing else worth seeing."
"Nothing else," considered the sheriff, "but that's quite a lot. Maybe his
wife could tell me where he's going? Give me an idea where I might call on
him?"
"Partner, you can't see her."
"Can't?"
"No, by God!"
"H-m-m!" murmured the sheriff. He watched the big man plant himself,
swaying a little on his feet as though poising for action, and beside him a
slightly smaller figure not less determined.
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