How much did they offer you, Lee? How much
am I worth to the little old U.S.A.?"
"I--I--it wasn't the money. I was afraid to stick with my game any
longer."
The long rider had already turned towards the door, making no effort
to keep his face to the agent. The latter, flushing again, moved his
hand towards his hip, but stopped the movement. The last threat of
Silent carried a deep conviction with it. He knew that the faith of
lone riders to each other was an inviolable bond. Accordingly he
followed at the heels of the other man into the outside room.
"So long, old timer," he called, slapping Silent on the shoulder,
"I'll be seein' you agin before long."
Calder's men looked up with curious eyes. Hardy watched Silent swing
onto his horse and gallop down the street. Then he went hurriedly
back to his office. Once inside he dropped into the big swivel-chair,
buried his face in his arms, and wept like a child.
CHAPTER XII
PARTNERS
Dust powdered his hat and clothes as Tex Calder trotted his horse
north across the hills. His face was a sickly grey, and his black
hair might have been an eighteenth century wig, so thoroughly was it
disguised. It had been a long ride.
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