One of Baker's cowpunchers from up the valley.

He rode up from Kremmlin' an' stopped to say Jack was celebratin' his arrival by too much red liquor.

Reckon he won't be home to-night.

Mebbe to-morrow." Belllounds spoke in an even, heavy tone, without any apparent feeling.
Always he was mercilessly frank and never spared the truth.

But Columbine, who knew him well, felt how this news flayed him.