Bell's hard-boiled, but--" "Henry Nelson ?" "That's him." Gray rose from his chair and strode swiftly to the window.

He stood there staring down into the street for a moment before saying, curtly, "Go on!" "You know them Nelsons ?" "I know--Henry." "He's hard-boilder 'n his old man.

They got a lot o' money behind 'em--too much money to act like he done with me.

I sure hate to see him git that Evans lease for next to nothin', after the way he done.

I'd call it cheat-in', but--well, I can't han'le it." The man at the window wheeled suddenly and his face was white, his brows were drawn down.