"Leffler was tryin' to kiss the lass.

He's been drunk fer two days.

That little girl's sweetheart kin handle himself some, now you take my word on it." "I'll agree Leff's bad when he's drinkin'," answered the fur-trader, and to Joe he added, "He's liable to look you up when he comes around." "Tell him if I am here when he gets sober, I'll kill him," Joe cried in a sharp voice.

His gaze rested once more on the fallen teamster, and again an odd contraction of his eyes was noticeable.

The glance was cutting, as if with the flash of cold gray steel.