Who are they?"
"They are--hell--that's all."
"I'd like to see 'em. Maybe _they're_ real men."
"They're devils. If I told you their names you'd turn stiff."
"I'll take one chance. Tell me who they are."
"I don't dare tell you."
She hesitated.
"I _will_ tell you! You've made a fool out of me with them big baby
eyes. Jim Silent is in that house!"
He turned and ran, but not for the horse-shed; he headed straight for
the open door of the house.
* * * * *
In the dining-room two more had left the table, but the rest,
lingering over their fresh filled coffee cups, sat around telling
tales, and Tex Calder was among them. He was about to push back his
chair when the hum of talk ceased as if at a command. The men on the
opposite side of the table were staring with fascinated eyes at the
door, and then a big voice boomed behind him: "Tex Calder, stan' up.
You've come to the end of the trail!"
He whirled as he rose, kicking down the chair behind him, and stood
face to face with Jim Silent. The great outlaw was scowling; but his
gun was in its holster and his hands rested lightly on his hips. It
was plain for all eyes to see that he had come not to murder but to
fight a fair duel.
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