"Sure; best way," he agreed. "Things was a darn sight better and safer and less skunks and sharks when every gent packed his own law below his belt. Law don't give you no action when you want it. Well, let's get organized."
Angus had told Jean nothing of his suspicions as to the destruction of the flume. But now it was necessary. She listened, wide-eyed.
"But who would do it, Angus?"
"If I knew," he replied, "I would be hunting him now."
Jean looked at her big, swarthy brother, noting the grim line of his mouth, the smouldering anger in his eyes.
"Don't get into any trouble, Angus."
"It will be somebody else that will get into trouble if I find him."
"But if you can avoid—"
"I will avoid nothing," he told her sharply. "Let others do that. I have never injured a man in my life, of my own will, and nobody shall injure me and get away with it."
Going into Rennie's room he saw his blankets on the floor ready for rolling. On them reposed a worn gun-belt with two holsters, from each of which protruded an ivory butt. Angus stared at this artillery, which he had never seen before.