He would fight this affair out in a different way.
As the door opened and he slipped forth into the gloom, he brushed against a man apparently just entering.

The gleam of light fell for an instant upon the face of the other--it was Scotty with the red moustache.
They had been watching for him then--what for?
Hawley on the inside, and this man Scott without, were waiting to determine when he left the hotel; would probably dog his footsteps to discover where he went.

Keith loosened his revolver, so as to be assured he could draw quickly, and slipped back into the shadow of the steps, his eyes on the door of the hotel.

There was a cold, drizzly rain falling, the streets almost deserted, appearing sodden and miserable where the lights shone forth through saloon windows.

One or two men, seeking supper, coat collars turned up and hats drawn low over their eyes, climbed the rickety steps and went in, but no one came out.