His eyes narrowed quizzically.

"What you wantin' of a gun-man ?" he asked.
"Rustler," returned the other shortly.
The stranger smiled.

"Figger on shootin' him ?" he questioned.
Stafford hesitated.

"Well, no," he returned.

"That is, not until I'm sure I've got the right one." He seized the stranger's arm in a confidential grip.