All this seemed so strange to Duane, in keeping with much that had happened lately.
“I met Jeff Aiken to-day,” said Duane. “He sent me—”
“You've met Aiken!” exclaimed MacNelly, sharp, eager, low. “By all that's bully!” Then he appeared to catch himself, to grow restrained.
“Men, fall back, leave us alone a moment.”
The rangers slowly withdrew.
“Buck Duane! It's you?” he whispered, eagerly.
“Yes.”
“If I give my word you'll not be arrested—you'll be treated fairly—will you come into camp and consult with me?”
“Certainly.”
“Duane, I'm sure glad to meet you,” went on MacNelly; and he extended his hand.