"Seems to be of a somewhat nervous disposition.
Well, good-night, Doctor," he lifted his hat.

"And to you, Miss, pleasant dreams." Hope watched him as he stepped outside, pausing a moment in the shadows to glance keenly up and down the long street before venturing down the steps.

This quiet man had enemies, hundreds of them, desperate and reckless; ceaseless vigilance alone protected him.

Yet her eyes only, and not her thoughts, were riveted on the disappearing marshal.

She turned to Fairbain, who had risen to his feet.
"I wish I might see him, also," she said, as though continuing an interrupted conversation.
"See him?
Who ?" "Mr.Keith.