“A man came hurrying up the street and another man after him. I thought I had seen them both before somewhere, from their motions, but I couldn’t see their faces in the dark. I suppose I wouldn’t have bothered to get a closer look, if they hadn’t stopped right in the entrance to the building where Claymore has his office.
“That interested me, and I crossed over.
“One man was holding the other back.
“‘’Tain’t safe to wait any longer,’ said the one who got there first.
“‘And it ain’t half so safe to try to see him here,’ the other answered. ‘Don’t be a fool! You see, his windows are still lighted, and he’s busy. When he gets through, he’ll come, as he said he would. Let him alone now and come back.’
“They talked a little more back and forth, and finally the second man got the first one to go away.
“I didn’t know then what they were talking about, and I don’t know now, but I dropped Claymore for a time and followed those two men.”
“Why?” asked Nick.
“Because I knew them. One was Nat Hamilton, the leader of the gang we had a tussle with in Helena, and the other was his right-hand man, Jack Thompson.”