t a man eat his
breakfast in this place? I ask you," he demanded, raising his right
hand with his knife in it as he appealed to the waiter, "can't a man
eat his breakfast in this place without interruption?"

The waiter, standing with folded arms, regarded the two men without
changing his stolid expression. "A man can eat his breakfast in this
place without anything on earth except money. If you let your ham get
cold because you were going to beat me out of the price, and you try
to do it, I'll drag you out of here by the heels."

These unsympathetic words attracted the attention of every one and the
breakfasters now looked on curiously but no one offered to interfere.
Quarrels and disputes were too frequent in that country to make it
prudent or desirable ever to intervene in one. A man considered
himself lucky not to be embroiled in unpleasantness in spite of his
best efforts to keep out. Rebstock turned again on his pursuer. "What
do you want, anyhow, stranger?" he demanded fiercely. "A fight, I
reckon."

"Not a bit of it. I want you, Rebstock," explained Scott without in
the least raising his voice.

Rebstock's throaty tones seemed to contract into a wheeze. "What do
you want me for?" he asked, looking nervously toward the other end of
the car. As he did so, a man wearing a shirt and new overalls rose and
started for the door. The instinct of Scott's suspicion fastened
itself on the man trying to leave the place as being Rebstock's wanted
companion.

Rising like a flash, he covered the second man with his pistol. "Hold
on!" he exclaimed, pointing at him with his left hand. "Come over
here!"

The man in overalls turned a calm face that showed nothing more than
conscious innocence. But Scott was looking at his feet. His worn shoes
were crusted heavily with alkali mud. "What do you want with me?"
snarled the man halted at the door.

"I want you," said Scott, "for burning Point of Rocks station night
before last. Here, partner," he continued, speaking to the waiter.
"I'll pay for these two breakfasts; search that man for me," he
continued, pointing to the man in the overalls.

"Search him yourself," returned the waiter stolidly. Scott turned like
a wolf.

"What's that?" Another expression stole over his good-natured face.
Holding his revolver to cover any one that resisted, he turned his
accusing finger upon the insolent waiter. "You will talk to me, will
you?" he demanded sharply. "Do as I tell you instantl