He saw again the man's face as he had completed his exhibition--insolent, filled with a sneering triumph.

He heard again this man's voice, as he himself had offered to eclipse his feat:-- "You runnin' sheep, stranger ?" The voice and face of the man who stood before him now were the voice and face of the man who had preceded him in the shooting match in Dry Bottom.

His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his host, explaining his presence.
"This here man was bit by a rattler this afternoon," the young man was saying.

"He's layin' up here for to-night.

Says he's reckonin' on gettin' a job over at the Two Diamond." The man on the horse sneered.