his luck with that Murray woman
again. They're a bad outfit, Al; better keep your eye peeled.'

Howard did not smile at Barbee's reference to Sanchia. He hardly
remarked it.

'Tell me about Courtot,' he commanded.

'Something's come over him,' said Barbee vaguely. 'He's different
somehow, Al; and I can't just get him. If he ain't half crazy he ain't
much more than half right. He's got a funny look in his eyes; he's as
nervous as a cat; he jumps sideways if you move quick. Last night I
thought he was going to break and run for cover at a little sound no
man would pay any attention to,'

'What kind of a sound?'

'Just a fool dog barking! Well, so long, Al. I got to help Pet do her
packing.' And winking his merry eye, Barbee turned back toward the
lunch counter.

Howard and Helen rode again toward the hills. Across the girl's face a
shadow had fallen. Howard wondered if it were there because the odd
sadness of a forsaken town had tinged her spirit with its own weird
melancholy; or if she had been disturbed by word of Jim Courtot.
Barbee had spoken quietly, but Helen might have heard. They rode in
silence until Sanchia's Town was lost behind a ridge. Then Helen asked
steadily:

'Is there no way out for you and Jim Courtot but the way of violence?'

He sought to evade, saying lightly that it began to look as though he
and Courtot could no more meet than could spring and autumn. But when
she asked directly, 'What would happen if you did meet?' he answered
bluntly. His mood was not quarrelsome this morning; he wanted no
needless fight with any man. But if Jim Courtot stepped out into his
trail and began shooting . . . Well, he left it to her, what would
happen. Then he began to speak of Barbee and his new girl, of anything
that offered itself to his mind as a lighter topic. But Helen was in
no responsive mood. It seemed to her that a shadow had crept across
the sky; that the warmth had gone out of the sunlight. A fear crept
into her heart, and like many a baseless emotion grew into certainty,
that if Alan Howard and Jim Courtot came face to face it would be Alan
who fell. When she saw how straight and virile Howard sat in the
saddle; when she marked how full of life and the sheer joy of life he
was; when she read in his eyes something of his own dreams for the
future; when then she saw the gun always bumping at his hips, she
shivered as though cold. Her own senses grew sharpened; her fancies
r