He left word that when you come I was to tell you he wanted to see you." The outlaw's eyes glowed with swift suspicion.
"He knowed me, eh ?" he said.

He glanced keenly over the level floor of the desert.

Dimly, in the dusk, he could see Lawler riding near the herd.

For an instant Antrim hesitated, plainly debating the wisdom of leaving his men; then he smiled with whimsical recklessness.

And his movements became rapid, jerky.
"Slade," he said, addressing a rider near him; "you're runnin' things till I get back." He wheeled his horse and sent him into the dusk toward the herd, riding cautiously, evidently not entirely convinced of the peaceableness of Lawler's intentions.
He rode a quarter of a mile before he came upon Lawler; and though the light was fading he could plainly see Lawler's face, set, expressionless.
The outlaw brought his horse to a halt within three or four paces of Red King.