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with a tremor. If this was not fear it was something very like. And very like a man in fear he stole back among the trees as cautiously as he had made his approach. Resuming his horse he rode straight for Logan. "Couldn't find your young friend," he said, "along the creek." "Why," said Logan, "I can reach him with a holler from here, I think." "Never mind; just tell him that he's welcome to do what he pleases on the place; and he can bunk down at the house if he wants to. I'd like to know his name, though." "That's easy. Anthony Bard." "Ah," said Drew slowly, "Anthony Bard!" "That's it," nodded Logan, and fixed a curious eye upon the big grey rider. As if to escape from that inquiring scrutiny, Drew wheeled his horse and spurred at a sharp gallop up the hill, leaving Logan frowning behind. "No stay over night," muttered the shepherd. "No fooling about that damned old shack of a house; what's wrong with Drew?" He answered himself, for all shepherds are forced by the bitter loneliness of their work to talk with themselves. "The old boy's worried. Damned if he isn't! I'll keep an eye on this Bard feller." And he loosened the revolver in its holster. He might have been even more concerned had he seen the redoubled speed with which Drew galloped as soon as the hilltop was between him and Logan. Straight on he pushed his horse, not exactly like one who fled but rather more like one too busy with consuming thoughts to pay the slightest heed to the welfare of his mount. It was a spent horse on which he trotted late that night up to the big, yawning door of his barn. "Where's Nash?" he asked of the man who took his horse. "Playing a game with the boys in the bunk-house, sir." So past the bunk-house Drew went on his way to his dwelling, knocked, and threw open the door. Inside, a dozen men, seated at or standing around a table, looked up. "Nash!" "Here." "On the jump, Nash. I'm in a hurry." There rose a man of a build much prized in pugilistic circles. In those same circles he would have been described as a fellow with a fighting face and a heavy-weight above the hips and a light-weight below--a handsome fellow, except that his eyes were a little too small and his lips a trifle too thin. He rose now in the midst of a general groan of dismay, and scooped in a considerable stack of gold as well as several bright piles of silver; he was undoubtedly taking the glory of the game with him.
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