For two years of complete and absolute control of the cattle industry of the state would make him wealthy enough to hold public opinion in contempt.
From a window of his office Gary Warden had watched Lawler go into the station building.

And from the same window Warden saw Lawler emerge.

He watched Lawler, noting the gravity of his face, exulting, smiling mockingly.

Warden also noted the little drama of the fluttering handkerchief, and the smile went out and a black, jealous rage seized him.
However, Gary Warden and Jay Simmons were not the only persons in town who watched Lawler.

When he had entered town the school children who had preceded him had watched him from in front of the Wolf; and half a dozen lean-faced, rugged, and prosperous-looking men had watched him from the lounging-room of the Willets Hotel.
The men in the lounging-room were watching Lawler now, as he walked toward the building, for they seemed to divine that he would enter.
When Lawler stepped over the threshold his lips were set in stern, serious lines and his brows were drawn together in a frown.