“Feller out there askin’ for youse,” he said.
Both men got up, but Nat pushed Jack back into his chair.
“I’ll see who ’tis,” he said.
He went to the door and looked through the slide.
Claymore’s face appeared there as if it were a picture in a frame.
“He’s all right,” said Nat to the bartender; “friend o’ mine. Let him in.”
The door was opened, and Nat’s friend came in.
As he went to the back of the room silently with Nat, many curious glances were cast at him.
“Who is he?” asked one of another.
And those who answered came pretty near to guessing the truth.