The last encounter had been a distinct disappointment.

The dispersal of the card-players was, as anticipated, easily managed, but the reputation of "Reb" as killer and bad man had given him hope of resistance.

But instead he had proven a perfect lamb.

Hamlin crossed his legs and waited, his mind divided in wonder between what Miss McDonald might want, and the cowardice of the fellow just driven out.

The man was actually afraid--afraid to start a row.