"Because of Bard?"
"H-m! He'd had a run-in with Butch Conklin, and Butch threatened to come back with all his gang and wipe Eldara off the map. He stuck around and while he was waitin' for Butch and his gang, he started flirtin' with Sally—Fortune."
The name seemed to stick in his throat and he had to bring it out with a grimace. "So now you want his blood, Nash?"
"I'll have it," said the cowpuncher quietly, "I've got gambler's luck.
In the end I'm sure to win."
"You're not going to win here, Nash."
"No?" queried the younger man, with a dangerous intonation.
"No. I know the blood behind that chap. You won't win here. Blood will out."
He smote his great fist on the desk-top and his laugh was a thunder which reverberated through the room.
"Blood will out? The blood of John Bard?" asked Nash.
Drew started.