MAC STRANN DECIDES TO KEEP THE LAW It was hours later that night when Haw-Haw Langley and Mac Strann sat their horses on the hill to the south.

Before them, on the nearest rise of ground, a clump of tall trees and the sharp triangle of a roof split the sky, while down towards the right spread a wide huddle of sheds and barns.
"That's where the trail ends," said Mac Strann, and started his horse down the slope.

Haw-Haw Langley urged his little mount hurriedly alongside the squat bulk of his companion.

He looked like the skeleton reality, and Mac Strann the blunt, deformed shadow.
"You ain't going into the house lookin' for him, Mac ?" he asked, and he lowered his voice to a sharp whisper in spite of the distance.

"Maybe there's a pile of men in that house.