He led them outside, and behind the horse
shed of the saloon.
"We're alone?" he asked.
"Nothin' in sight."
"Look sharp."
They peered about them through the night, and a wan moon only helped to
make the darkness visible.
"Gents, we may be alone now, but we ain't goin' to be alone long. Get your
bosses and ride like hell. Barry is in town!"
"Vic, you're drunk."
"I tell you, he's been seen--"
"Then by God," growled Sliver Waldron, "lead me to him. I need to have a
little talk with that gent."
"Lead you to him?" echoed Vic Gregg. "Sliver, are you hungerin' to push
daisies?"
"Look here, Bud," answered the older man, and he laid a hand on the
shoulder of Vic. "You been with this Barry, gent, and you've lived in his
house. D'you mean to say you're one of the lot that talks about him like he
was a ghost bullets couldn't harm? I tell you, son, they's been so much
chatter about him that folks forget he's human. I'm goin' to remind 'em of
that little fact."
Vic Gregg groaned. Even while he talked he was glancing over his shoulder
as if he feared the shadows under the moon.
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