Henry was lost to them in the crowd around the faro-table. Several other passengers from the train had joined him. Sir John really did not like the look of the place; at the moment he caught Pete’s eyes fastened in amusement on him. He drew Diana to one corner, and as he did so they came within range of Jim’s sight. He was coming in to join Shorty and explain what he and Bill had decided to do when Cash returned. As he saw Diana he involuntarily drew back. It was only one of the old tormenting visions that had returned, he thought. He drew his hands over his eyes—but no, he saw her again! Impossible! He leaned forward—it was Di, and in Maverick! In spite of the sudden pain and bewilderment he smiled as he realized how the unexpected played its part in life. Di in Maverick! There was no time to reason it out. He could not see Henry, only Sir John. He saw Diana watching with curiosity the place and its occupants. He mingled quickly with the crowd at the bar, hoping they would leave shortly. Sir John was continuing his tirade against the ranchmen, and vainly trying to persuade Diana to return to the car. She was examining some crude pictures on the walls. "When they wish," Sir John said, "these fellows shoot out the lights, the windows, and the bar furnishings. They are very whimsical—that’s the American humor that they talk so much about. I don’t care for whimsies myself." Diana began to laugh. Really, she was thinking, she had never known how absurd and old-womanish Sir John could be. But he continued: "Then, if you don’t see fit to respond to their silly gayety, they kill you, by Jove! that’s all. I can’t see the joke of it, you know. For example, one of them comes in here and invites us all, believe me, to drink with him. It’s not the proper thing to reply, ’Thanks awfully, old chap, but I’m not thirsty,’ or ’I’ve just had a drink,’ or ’Excuse me, won’t you,’ because if you say that, he’s very angry, don’t you know. You have offered him a deadly insult; he does not know you, never saw you before, hopes never to see you again, and yet if you do not drink something which you do not want he kills you. That’s deliciously whimsical now, isn’t it?" "Cousin John, if I didn’t know your reputation as a soldier, I’d think you were afraid." Diana, followed by Sir John, moved nearer the corner where Jim was standing. Jim could see the sweet beauty of her face. He felt a sudden dizziness. It was more than he could endure. He started to leave, when he felt Bill’s hand on his shoulder. "This place is too stuffy for me; I must get out into the air," he explained. "Leave the saloon now, Jim!" Bill exclaimed, in amazement. Surely Jim was not weakening. "If you ain’t here to face Cash Hawkins when he comes back you lose your standing among the people with whom you live. You ain’t agoin’ to do that, are you, boy?"