"Let bygones be bygones, Corwin--whether we ever meet again or not.

Yet if I can do anything for you for the sake of old times, I am ready to do it.

I have some power here and in San Francisco," he continued, with a slight touch of pride, "that isn't dependent upon the mere name I may travel under.

I have a purpose in coming here." "I know it," said Ezekiel, dryly.

"I heard it all from your two friends.
You're huntin' some man that did you an injury." "I'm hunting down a dog who, suspecting I had some secret in emigrating here, tried to blackmail and ruin me," said Blandford, with a sudden expression of hatred that seemed inconsistent with anything that Ezekiel had ever known of his old master's character--"a scoundrel who tried to break up my new life as another had broken up the old." He stopped and recovered himself with a short laugh.