Leviatt's eyes glittered evilly; Ferguson's lips curled with a slight contempt.
And yet these men had met but twice before.

A man meets another in North America--in the Antipodes.

He looks upon him, meets his eye, and instantly has won a friend or made an enemy.

Perhaps this will always be true of men.

Certainly it was true of Ferguson and the range boss.
What force was at work in Leviatt when in Dry Bottom he had insulted Ferguson?
Whatever the force, it had told him that the steady-eyed, deliberate gun-man was henceforth to be an enemy.