"Whisky chill," thought the gambler. "Come in, Marsh!" he said, but Langham seemed to draw back instinctively.
"No, I guess not, Andy!" and a sickly pallor overspread his face.
"What's the matter with you?" demanded Gilmore.
"I want to see you," said the other. "I can't go home yet." He swayed heavily. "I need to talk to you on a matter of business. Come on out—come on off of here;" and he led the way down the porch steps. "Whom have you in there with you?" he questioned when he had drawn Gilmore a little way along the path.
"The colonel and Watt Harbison."
"No one else?"
"No."
"Do they know I'm here?"
"I guess not, they were asleep two minutes ago."
"That's good. I don't want to see them, I want to see you."