They looked at him and winced, for they knew what he meant, and suddenly all the fight went out them.
"Well," grumbled Masters, and they drank in stony silence then turned and filed out of the door.
WINCHESTER TAKES THE LONG CHANCE
"What you doing down here?" demanded Meshackatee of Hall as soon as he could draw him aside. "And what was that—a Horse-thieves' Reunion?"
"Those are Scarborough gunmen," answered Hall behind his hand. "We're lucky to get off alive."
"You're lucky," corrected Meshackatee. "But say, have you seen Winchester? The rascal is down here, somewhere."
"Let's find him!" exclaimed Hall, and started for the door, but Meshackatee drew him back.