Scott gazed up the street through the rain lighted by yellow lamps on the obscure corners, and looked down the street toward the black reaches of the river. "If he's here, you'll find him in one of two places. Tenison's----" "But we've just come from Tenison's," objected Lefever. "I mean, across the street, up-stairs; or at Jim Kitchen's barn. If he was hurried to get away," added Scott reflectively, "he would slip up-stairs over there as the nearest place to hide; if he had time he would make for the barn, where it would be easy to cache his rifle." Lefever took the lapel of the scout's coat in his hand. "Then you, Bob, go out and see if you can get the whole story. I'll take the barn. Let Henry go over to Tenison's and wait at the head of the stairs till we can get back there. It is just around the corner--second floor--a dark hall running back, opposite the double doors that open into an anteroom. Stay there, Henry, till we come. It won't be long, and if we don't get track of him you may spot your man yourself." De Spain found no difficulty in locating the flight of marble stairs that led to the gambling-rooms. It was the only lighted entrance in the side street. No light shone at the head of the stairs, but a doorway on the left opened into a dimly lighted anteroom and this, in turn, through a large arch, opened on a large room brilliantly lighted by chandeliers--one in the centre and one near each corner. Around three sides of this room were placed the keno layouts, roulette-wheels, faro-tables, and minor gambling devices. Off the casino itself small card-rooms opened. The big room was well filled for a wet night. The faro-tables were busy, and at the central table at the farther end of the room--the table designated as Tenison's, because, at the rare intervals in which the proprietor dealt, he presided at this table--a group watched silently a game in progress. De Spain took a place in shadow near one side of the archway facing the street-door and at times looked within for the loosely jointed frame, crooked neck, tousled forehead, and malevolent face of the cattle thief. He could find in the many figures scattered about the room none resembling the one he sought. A man entering the place spoke to another coming out. De Spain overheard the exchange. "Duke got rid of his steers yet?" asked the first. "Not yet." "Slow game." "The old man sold quite a bunch this time. The way he's playing now he'll last twenty-four hours."