But he remembered it because he had never seen it in any other woman's eyes.

And all through those waiting days he knew that Jennie's face, and especially the warm, fleeting glance she gave him, was responsible for a subtle and gradual change in him.

This change he fancied, was only that through remembrance of her he got rid of his pale, sickening ghosts.
One day a careless Mexican threw a lighted cigarette up into the brush matting that served as a ceiling for Benson's den, and there was a fire which left little more than the adobe walls standing.

The result was that while repairs were being made there was no gambling and drinking.
Time hung very heavily on the hands of some two-score outlaws.

Days passed by without a brawl, and Bland's valley saw more successive hours of peace than ever before.