Here at the intersecting streets and in front of the stores he halted once more.

The usual lounging atmosphere of that prominent corner was not now in evidence.
Riders and ranchers and villagers broke up what must have been absorbing conversation.

There was a rush of many feet, and then the walk was lined with faces.
Venters's glance swept down the line of silent stone-faced men.

He recognized many riders and villagers, but none of those he had hoped to meet.

There was no expression in the faces turned toward him.