But Silver Tip had faded like the mists of early morn--thirty-five stronger than he was.

Snappy work, eh ?" McWade frowned his disapproval.

"Something ought to be done to stop those crooks or they'll kill us legitimate promoters.

You can't sting a crowd too often in the same spot." There came a knock at the door, and in answer to an invitation to enter it opened.

The next instant both McWade and Stoner sat erect in their chairs, with eyes alert and questioning, for at sight of the stranger Mallow had leaped to his feet with a smothered exclamation, and now stood with his back to the desk and with his head outthrust in a peculiar attitude of strained intensity..