“Coming from the east, too,—where Bourke is. Know him?”
“No—never met him. Heard of him, of course.”
“He’s a good one. Wish he was on our side.”
“I guess Mr. Carhart can match him.”
Scribner nodded. “This sort of a fight’s likely to settle down into the plain question of who’s got the cards. There’ll come a time when both sides’ll have to lay down their hands, and the cards’ll make the difference one way or the other. Just a show-down, after all.”
“I think myself Mr. Carhart’s got the cards. He didn’t look like a loser when he went off the other night.”
“If he has,” said Scribner, “you can bet he’ll ‘see’ Durfee and Bourke every time.”
... “Here’s that horse, Harry.”
“Big man—looks like—”