A native of Pendleton, he was the son of parents from one of the Gulf States, and Harry could never quite feel that he was one of their own Kentucky blood and breed.
"You can release me," said Travers quietly to the young men who stood on either side of him holding his arms.

"I think the time has come to hunt bigger game than a fool there like Skelly.

He is safe from me." He spoke with a supercilious scorn which impressed Harry, but which he did not wholly admire.

Travers seemed to him to have the quiet deadliness of the cobra.

There was something about him that repelled.
The men released him.