"He's a bad guy--all bad. He's an iceberg, an' he's got the snakiest gun-hand of any man in the country. Draws hesitatin'-like. A man don't know when he's goin' to uncork his smoke-wagons. I seen him put Lefty Blandin' out. He starts for his guns, an' then kind of stops, trickin' the other guy into goin' for his. Then, before the other guy can get his gun to workin', Harlan's stickin' his away, an' the guy's ready for the mourners. "Harlan got his handle that way. He goes for his guns so slow an' hesitatin' that he seems to drag 'em out. But some way he's always shootin' first. An' they always let him off because it's mighty plain that the other guy tried to draw first." "I've heard that," said Deveny slowly. "What's his record?" "Plays her a lone hand," returned Rogers. He watched the other steadily. Deveny toyed with a glass as he gazed out of the window. There was a cold, sullen gleam in his eyes when he finally looked at Laskar. "You said Harlan told you he was coming here as soon as Morgan cashed in. According to that, Morgan must have been hit bad." "The Chief said he bored him plenty. An' me an' Dolver must have got him some." "You didn't get a chance to search Morgan?" "No chance--he fit like a hyena; an' when he got behind that damned rock there was no way of gettin' at him." "Then," said Deveny, "according to what you say, Harlan will come here as soon as Morgan dies. And when you left there Morgan was in a bad way. Harlan is due most any time, then." "That's the way I figger," agreed Laskar. And now Laskar fidgeted. "I aim to be hittin' the breeze now--before Harlan hits town. This climate is gettin' unhealthy for me. Harlan give me notice." "To leave town?" It was Deveny who spoke. There was a snarl in his voice; he leaned forward and scowled at Laskar. Laskar nodded. Rogers cleared his throat, and Lawson moved his feet uneasily. Deveny's scowl faded; he grinned coldly. "Giving orders--is he?" he snapped. "Well, we'll see." He laughed. "When Harlan hits town it will be a sign that old Morgan's crossed the Divide. Well, there was no witnesses to Morgan's cashing in, and one man's word is as good as another's in this country." "Meanin'?" questioned Rogers, noting the light in Deveny's eyes. "Meaning that Laskar is going--right now--to whisper into Sheriff Gage's ear that he saw our friend, 'Drag' Harlan, killing old Morgan." Rogers got to his feet, grinning. The gleam in his eyes indicated that he felt some relief over the prospect presented by Deveny's suggestion. "Of course we ain't sure Harlan means to make trouble here," he told Deveny; "but it's just as well to shove him off onto the sheriff." The four men walked to the front door of the First Chance, after pausing for a few minutes at the bar.