Harlan had brought matters to a crisis--suddenly, in a flash. The time for pretense had gone. Haydon could accept Harlan upon the terms he had mentioned, or he could take up the man's challenge with all it implied--bitter warfare between the two factions, which would be unprofitable to both, and especially to Haydon. It was for Haydon to decide; and he sat for some seconds motionless in the chair, before he spoke. Then he got up--taking care to keep his right hand at a respectable distance from the butt of his pistol, and smilingly held out his hand. "It goes your way, Harlan--we take you in on your terms. I beg your pardon for saying what I did. That was just to try you out. I've heard a lot about you, and I wanted to see if you were in earnest--if you really wanted to come in. I'm satisfied." They shook hands; their gaze meeting as they stood close together. The gaze endured for an instant; and then Haydon's fell. The handshake lasted for several seconds, and it was curious to see how Haydon's eyes, after they had become veiled from Harlan's by the drooping lids, glowed with a malignant triumph and cunning. It was also curious to note that something of the same passion was revealed in Harlan's eyes as they rested on the partially closed lids of the other--for there was triumph there, too--and comprehension, and craft of a kind that might have disturbed Haydon, had he seen it. Then their hands parted, mutually, and Haydon grinned smoothly and with apparent cordiality at Harlan. He grasped Harlan by an elbow and urged him toward the door through which the latter had entered. "I'll give you a knockdown to the boys, now--those that are here," he said. An hour later--after Haydon and the dozen men to whom he had introduced Harlan had watched Harlan ride eastward through the valley toward the Rancho Seco--Haydon rode westward, accompanied by several of the men. They rode for many miles into the heart of the big basin, coming at last to a gorge that wound a serpentine way southward, through some concealing hills, into a smaller basin. A heavy timber clump grew at the mouth of the gorge, hiding it from view from the trail that ran through the valley. Some rank underbrush that fringed the timber gave the mouth of the gorge the appearance of a shallow cave, and a wall of rock, forming a ragged arch over the entrance, heightened the impression. At first glance the place seemed to be impenetrable. But the horsemen filed through easily enough, and the underbrush closed behind them, so that, had they been seen, the watcher might have been startled by their sudden disappearance. Near the center of the little basin stood a huge cabin, built of adobe, with a flat roof. In a small corral were a number of cattle. Grazing upon the grass, with which the place was carpeted, were many horses; and lounging in the grass near the cabin, and upon some benches that ranged its walls, were perhaps a dozen men, heavily armed.