It was like puncturin' a shadow!" "Sure," nodded Sliver.

"Shootin' by night ain't ever a sure thing." Ronicky wiped his heated brow.
"So I sent Vic away before he had a chance to get real nervous.

But when he comes back--well, boys, it'll be kind of amusin' to watch Vic's face when he saunters into town tomorrow and sees Dan Barry--maybe dead, maybe in the irons.

Eh ?" Only a deep silence answered him, but in the interest which his words excited the terror seemed to have left Ronicky and Gus.

They rode close, their heads toward Sliver alone.
"There goes Vic," mused Sliver.