ke effect. Silent stood with head bowed, scowling.

"Tex Calder's a fool," he said at last. "He ought to know better'n to
take to _my_ trail."

"He's fast with his gun," suggested Shorty.

"Don't I know that?" said Silent. "If Alvarez, an' Bradley, an'
Hunter, an' God knows how many more could come up out of their graves,
they'd tell jest how quick he _is_ with a six-gun. But I'm the one man
on the range that's faster."

Shorty was eloquently mute.

"I ain't askin' you to take my word for it," said Jim Silent. "Now
that he's after me, I'm glad of it. It had to come some day. The
mountains ain't big enough for both of us to go rangin' forever. We
had to lock horns some day. An' I say, God help Tex Calder!"

He turned abruptly to the rest of the men.

"Boys, I got somethin' to tell you that Shorty jest heard. Tex Calder
is after us."

There came a fluent outburst of cursing.

Silent went on: "I know jest how slick Calder is. I'm bettin' on
my draw to be jest the necessary half a hair quicker. He may die
shootin'. I don't lay no bets that I c'n nail him before he gets his
iron out of its leather, but I say he'll be shootin' blind when he
dies. Is there any one takin' that bet?"

His eyes challenged them one after another. Their glances travelled
past Silent as if they were telling over and over to themselves the
stories of those many men to whom Tex Calder had played the part of
Fate. The leader turned back to Shorty Rhinehart.

"Now tell me what he had to say about the coin."

"Hardy says the shipment's delayed. He don't know how long."

"How'd it come to be delayed?"

"He figures that Wells Fargo got a hunch that Silent was layin' for
the train that was to carry it."

"Will he let us know when it _does_ come through?"

"I asked him, an' he jest hedged. He's quitting on us cold."

"I was a fool to send you, Shorty. I'm goin' myself, an' if Hardy
don't come through to me--"

He broke off and announced to the rest of his gang that he intended to
make the journey to Elkhead. He told Haines, who in such cases usually
acted as lieutenant, to take charge of the camp. Then he saddled his
roan.

In the very act of pulling up the cinch of his saddle, Silent stopped
short, turned, and raised a hand for quiet. The rest were instantly
still. Hal Purvis leaned his weazened face towards the ground. In this
manner it was sometimes possible to detect far-off sounds which to one
erect would be inaudible. In a mome