Streak Malone hunched forward, staring at her in the light of the flickering flames. Keith Delmar! No man in the West knew that he was Keith Delmar--and this woman came out of nowhere to tell him. “Jim’s wife?” he whispered. “How on earth--” “You look like Jim,” she said. “I know the whole story--know that you escaped from a court room, before the jury came back. You should have waited--the jury disagreed. Jim got new evidence. A gambler, who was a friend of your step-father, pawned some of the jewelry you were accused of stealing. It was traced to him, but he was gone. He killed your step-father--not you, Keith Delmar. The law knows it.” “For heaven’s sake, keep talkin’!” gasped Streak. “I never knew what happened, after I leaped from that window in St. Louis, ten years ago. Where is Jim?” “That gambler killed him in Medora two years ago,” she whispered. “Jim lived long enough to tell me--it was the same man. In St. Louis he was Tom Hall, but I don’t know what name he had in Medora. Jim made him confess to the murder but, in some way, he managed to shoot Jim. Jim told me who shot him, but he never gave me the name.” Clare hesitated, choked, but managed to say, “Jim said to look for the man with the Mark of Cain.” “Mark of Cain?” whispered Streak Malone. “Yuh mean--well, what does it mean--this Mark of Cain?” “An M, branded on his forehead,” said Clare. “It’s the only solution I’ve ever heard. I’ve kept going, trying to find that man, but I can’t find him.” The door banged open and Mack Shell limped in. He saw them and blurted, “Thank God, you’re both alive! Streak, I’ve got our two horses out behind the jail. The devil is dancin’ tonight in Silver Butte, and the fiddler ain’t been paid yet. There’s a lot of people who never got out of the Eureka--drunken workmen, a cowboy or two--that little Mazie, the singer. Somebody said she died in there. That buildin’ next to the Eureka is gone, too. Only the wind and rain can save the rest of that side of the street.” Streak Malone said, “You stay here, Clare. Bar that door and don’t open it. There’s more work to be done. C’mon, Mack.” They went out into the rain and they heard Clare drop the heavy bar into the slots. A man came running, saw them and came back. He said, “I recognize you now. I’m the superintendent of construction and I want to tell you that the men have gone crazy. A lot of them burned in that building, and they blame Brant. They say he had men start the trouble in the Eureka.” “What are they going to do?” asked Streak anxiously. “They’ve got dynamite. It’s the one weapon they understand. I can’t stop them for they’re seeking revenge. Do what you can, but don’t take too many chances, because they’re a crazy, drunken mob of men, who will stop at nothing.” “We’ve got to stop ’em!” exclaimed Shell. “I’ll see what I can do. Maybe the buffalo hunters can help us. I’ll try.”