The woman smiled as she left Corwin and joined the older woman at the front of the store. She smiled as she talked with the other woman, and she smiled as they both walked out of the store and climbed into a buckboard. The smile was one that would have puzzled Corwin, for it was inscrutable, baffling. Only one thing Corwin might have seen in it--determination. And that might have puzzled him, also. CHAPTER VI THE INVISIBLE POWER Jay Simmons, the freight agent, was tilted comfortably in a chair near a window looking out upon the railroad platform when Lawler stepped into the office. The office was on the second floor, and from a side window the agent had seen Lawler coming toward the station from Warden's office. He had been sitting near the side window, but when he saw Lawler approaching the station he had drawn his chair to one of the front windows. And now, apparently, he was surprised to see Lawler, for when the latter opened the door of the office Simmons exclaimed, with assumed heartiness: "Well, if it ain't Kane Lawler!" Simmons was a rotund man, bald, with red hair that had a faded, washed-out appearance. His eyes were large, pale blue in color, with a singularly ingratiating expression which was made almost yearning by light, colorless lashes. Simmons' eyes, however, were unreliable as an index to his character. One could not examine very far into them. They seemed to be shallow, baffling. Simmons did not permit his eyes to betray his thoughts. He used them as masks to hide from prying eyes the things that he did not wish others to see. "Come a-visitin', Lawler?" asked Simmons as Lawler halted midway in the room and smiled faintly at the greeting he received. "Not exactly, Simmons." "Not exactly, eh? I reckon that means you've got some business. I'll be glad to help you out--if I can." "I'm going to ship my stock East, Simmons, and I'm wanting cars for them--eight thousand head." Simmons still sat in the chair beside the window. He now pursed his lips, drew his brows together and surveyed Lawler attentively. "Eight thousand head, eh? Sort of whooped 'em up this season, didn't you. I reckon Gary Warden took 'em all?" "Warden and I couldn't get together. I'm shipping them East, myself." "Consignin' 'em to who?" "They'll go to Legget and Mellert." "H'm; they're an independent concern, ain't they?" "Yes; that's the firm my father shipped to before Jim Lefingwell opened an office here." Simmons locked his fingers together and squinted his eyes at Lawler. "H'm," he said. Then he was silent, seemingly meditating. Then he shook his head slowly from side to side. Apparently he was gravely considering a problem and could find no solution for it. He cleared his throat, looked at Lawler, then away from him.