Some, too, no doubt, had leanings that were dishonest in deed if not in sincerity.
Gaston Isbel led his clan straight down the middle of the wide road of Grass Valley until he reached a point opposite Abel Meeker's cabin.
Jean espied the same curiosity from behind Meeker's door and windows as had been shown all along the road.

But presently, at Isbel's call, the door opened and a short, swarthy man appeared.

He carried a rifle.
"Howdy, Gass!" he said.

"What's the good word ?" "Wal, Abel, it's not good, but bad.

An' it's shore started," replied Isbel.