On the way he looked into the barroom of the hotel run by Smith.

It was a hard-looking place, half full of idle men, whose faces were as open pages to Bent Wade.

Curiosity did not wholly control the impulse that made him wait at the door till he could have a look at the man Smith.

Somewhere, at some time, Wade had met most of the veterans of western Colorado.

So much he had traveled! But the impulse that held him was answered and explained when Smith came in--a burly man, with an ugly scar marring one eye.