"I seen two men in th' Gap," he said to Webb. "They said...." He looked about again. "Well, get down an' set," Webb said cynically. McKee stared from face to face. "I guess I'll go on." "I guess you'll stay here," said Jimmy Oliver firmly. "We've got a little matter to talk over an' nobody leaves. I guess the boys in th' Gap probably thought you'd like to hear what was goin' on." Hilton stepped toward Oliver. "Look here," he said, "I'm a disinterested party to all this. There's no use in my staying here." "What I said to Sam goes for everybody else, Mister. When we put riders in the Gap an' at the trails we intended for everybody to hang around. That goes. Everybody!" Then he added: "If anybody wants to get out it'll be pretty good evidence that he's got somethin' to hide. This 's a matter that the whole country's interested in. You ain't got nothin' to hide, have you?" The Easterner did not reply; turned back to Bobby with a grimace. Sound of running hoofs and a quick silence shut down upon the gathering. The clouds were coming up more rapidly from the west; day was drawing down into them; the wind on the heights soughed restlessly. Jane Hunter brought her pinto to an abrupt stop and sat, flushed and wind-blown, looking about. "Well?" she said to Jimmy Oliver as he stepped forward. "We sent for you, ma'am, because we stumbled onto somethin' that looks bad ... for somebody." Her eyes ran from face to face. In the expression of her men she read a curious loyalty, mingled with speculation. They watched her closely as Oliver spoke, as men look upon a leader, as though waiting for her to speak that they might act. Still, about them was a reservation, as though their acceptance of her was conditional, as though they wondered what she would say or do. She saw Webb and Hepburn eyeing her craftily; she saw Bobby Cole's gaze on her, filled with hate and scorn ... and a strange brand of fear. And she saw Dick Hilton, eyeing her with helpless rage and offended dignity. The entire assemblage was grimly in earnest. "Go on," she said lowly and dismounted, standing erect on a rise of rock that put her head and shoulders above the others. "Jim Black here,"--indicating a cowboy in white angora chaps--"took down the trail after a renegade steer this forenoon. He came on this place and a hot fire and a yearlin' steer of yours whose brand had been tampered with. "There's been enough goin' on recent, ma'am, to let everybody know that something was pretty wrong. Mebby we've run onto the answer today. That's why we sent for you." She looked about again and old Riley, moving out from the group slowly, as a man who feels that the welfare of others may be in his hands might move, said: