"Did I say Morgan rode a black horse?" queried Laskar, knowledge in his eyes that he had a thing to tell that would blanch their faces. He grinned, still holding his chest, his glance malicious. "Did I say a _black_ horse?" he repeated. "Did I say Morgan rode a black horse? Morgan didn't. Morgan rode a bay--an' the Chief run it off after he shot Morgan. But Morgan didn't die right away, an' the Chief he had to slope, he said--an' he did--leavin' me an' Dolver to finish old Morgan. "We was tryin' our damnedest when this guy on the black horse pops up out of nowhere an' salivates Dolver." "Who was it?" This was Deveny. He was now leaning forward, a pout on his lips, watching Laskar with an intent, glowering gaze. "'Drag' Harlan!" shouted Laskar. His face lighted with a hideous joy as he watched the effect of his news. "'Drag' Harlan! Do you hear?" he went on. "'Drag' Harlan, the Pardo 'two-gun' man! He's headed toward Lamo. He bored Dolver, an' he said that soon as Morgan cashed in he was hittin' the breeze for here!" Lawson, the man who had gone to meet Laskar, ejaculated hoarsely, and stood rigid, his mouth open, his eyes bulging. It was the involuntary expression of the astonishment and fear that had seized him. Laskar forgot the pain in his chest long enough to straighten and grin at Lawson. Rogers' face had changed color. He, too, had become rigid. He had been in the act of reaching for the bottle on the table, and the hand that had been extended had been suddenly drawn back, so that the hand was now midway between his body and the bottle--and the fingers were clenched. The other hand, under the table, was likewise clenched, and the muscles of his jaws were corded. Into his eyes had come a furtive, restless gleam, and his face had paled. Deveny gave no visible sign of perturbation. He coolly reached out, grasped the bottle that Rogers had been reaching for, and poured some of the amber fluid into one of the glasses. The other men watched him silently--all of them intent to note the tremor they expected to see. Deveny's hand did not tremble. He noted the glances of the men--the admiration that came into their eyes as with steady muscles he raised the glass and drank--and he smiled with slight contempt. "Coming here, eh?" he said evenly. "So he said that. Did he mention what he was coming for?" "He didn't mention," replied Laskar. "So he downed Dolver. Did he say what for?" "Said Dolver had shot up his partner, Davey Langan--back in Pardo. Harlan was evenin' up." "What do you know about Harlan?" The question was addressed to all of them. Rogers answered.