If they met--as meet they must in that contracted post--it would be most formal, a mere exchange of reminiscence, gratitude expressed by a smile and pleasant word.

He could expect no more; might esteem himself fortunate, indeed, to receive even that recognition.

Meanwhile he would endeavor to strike Le Fevre's trail.

There were other interests in the world to consider besides Molly McDonald, and his memory drifted away to a home he had not visited in years.

But thought would not concentrate there, and there arose before him, as he lay there, the face of Lieutenant Gaskins, wearing the same expression of insolent superiority as when they had parted out yonder on the Santa Fe trail.
"The cowardly little fool," he muttered bitterly under his breath, gripping the window frame.