His eyes glowed and the corners of his mouth took on a cruel droop.
"He has, eh ?" he said, slowly.

His voice was expressionless.

"So that lead has petered out." He puffed slowly at his cigar, studying Dale's face, while the latter related what had occurred.
"So Nyland is still at large, eh ?" he remarked, when Dale had finished.
"Why not set a gunman on him ?" Dale scowled.

"There ain't a gunman in this section that would take a chance on Nyland--he's lightning!" Dale cursed.

"Besides, there ain't no use in goin' after Nyland's place unless we can get the Double A." "Then there wasn't any use of going after it yesterday, or today, as you did," said the other.