To his invitation each of them gave a quick assent.

There had been something mysterious in the manner in which this timid-eyed giant had descended upon the town from nowhere, and now they felt that they were about to come to the heart of the reason of his visit.
The invitation to the sheriff was delivered by the proprietor of the hotel, and he said just enough--and no more--to bring the sheriff straight to the hotel.

Anderson arrived with his best pair of guns in his holsters, for the sheriff was a two-gun man of the best variety.
He came with the aggressive manner of one ready to beat down all opposition, but when he stepped into the room, his manner changed.

For he found sitting about the table in the dining room, which was to be the scene of the conference, the six most influential men of the town--men strong enough to reelect him next year, or to throw him permanently out of office.
At the lower end of the table stood Bull Hunter, his arms folded, his face blank.

Standing with the light from the lamp shining upon his face, the others seated, he seemed a man among pygmies.
"Shall I lock the door ?" asked the proprietor, and he turned to Bull, as if the latter had the right to dictate.
Bull nodded.
"All right, sheriff," the proprietor went on to explain.