"
"The devil he did!"
"And after the shooting this chap got into a fight with a tall man
twice his size and fairly mopped up the floor with him. They say it
wasn't a nice thing to watch. He is a frail man, but when the fight
started he turned into a tiger."
"Wish I'd seen it."
"The tall man tallies to a hair with my description of Silent."
"You're wrong. I know what Silent can do with his hands. No one could
beat him up. What's the name of the other?"
"Barry. Whistling Dan Barry."
Calder hesitated.
"Right or wrong, I'd like to have this Barry with me. So long."
He was gone as he had come, with a nod and a flash of the keen, black
eyes. Lee Hardy stared at the door for some moments, and then went
outside. The warm light of the sun had never been more welcome to him.
Under that cheering influence he began to feel that with Tex Calder
behind him he could safely defy the world.
His confidence received a shock that afternoon when a heavy step
crossed the outside room, and his door opening without a preliminary
knock, he looked up into the solemn eyes of Jim Silent. The outlaw
shook his head when Hardy offered him a chair.
"What's the main idea of them two new men out in your front room,
Lee?" he asked.
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