For the first time he realized the possible consequences of his visit, single-handed, but it was too late to retrace his steps.

With a glance at his holster, he rode boldly forward to the nearest shed.

A dozen men hovered near him, but something in his quiet, determined manner held them aloof.

Gilroy was on the threshold in his shirtsleeves.

A single look showed him that Clarence was alone, and with a careless gesture of his hand he warned away his own followers.
"You've got a sort of easy way of droppin' in whar you ain't invited, Brant," he said with a grim smile, which was not, however, without a certain air of approval.