Deputy Glendin, he sits up in a back room playin' poker and hittin' the redeye.

No wonder Eldara's goin' to hell!" A muffled cursing rolled down to the cowpuncher, and then a sharp challenge: "Who's there ?" "Nash, you blockhead!" "Nash!" cried a relieved voice, "come in; confound you.

I thought--no matter what I thought.

Come in!" Nash opened the door and went up the stairs.

The deputy met him, clad in a bathrobe and carrying a lamp.