For the land sakes, MOVE! Of all the deliberate, slow travelin'-- " He did not finish his sentence, nor did Winslow, who had started toward the door, have time to reach it.

The door was opened and a short, thickset man, with a leathery face and a bristling yellow- white chin beard, burst into the room.

At the sight of its occupants he uttered a grunt of satisfaction and his bushy brows were drawn together above his little eyes, the latter a washed-out gray and set very close together.
"Humph!" he snarled, vindictively.

"So you BE here.

Gabe Bearse said you was, but I thought probably he was lyin', as usual.