“Old Tom.”
The crowd started.
“He’s come back as big as life, an’ as onery as ever.”
Maverick Joe stepped hack. His little eyes were burning like twin stars.
“Tom Terror has come back. Do you hear that, boys?”
The Vigilantes had heard, and as they gathered around their leader, the air seemed to become blue with oaths and threats of vengeance.
Maverick Joe walked through the crowd with a determined purpose written on his countenance. Twenty eager men were at his heels.
The men separated, each to saddle his horse.
Maverick Joe re-entered the hotel; but the place where Old Jack had lain was vacant.