Del Hawkes, an old-time friend of his staging days, pounced on
him and dragged him to the bar, whence his glance fell genially
on the roulette wheel and its devotees, wandered casually across
the impassive poker and Mexican monte players, took in the
enthroned musicians, who were industriously murdering "La
Paloma," and came to rest for barely an instant at a distant faro
table. In the curly-haired good-looking young fellow facing the
dealer he saw one of the men he had come seeking. Nor did he need
to look for the hand with the missing trigger finger to be sure
it was York Neil--that same gay, merry-hearted York with whom he
used to ride the range, changed now to a miscreant who had
elected to take the short cut to wealth.
But the man beside Neil, the dark-haired, pallid fellow from
whose presence something at once formidable and sinister and yet
gallant seemed to breathe--the very sight of him set the mind of
Collins at work busily upon a wild guess. Surely here was a
worthy figure upon whom to set the name and reputation of the
notorious Wolf Leroy.
Yet the sheriff's eyes rested scarce an instant before they went
traveling again, for he wanted to show as yet no special interest
in the object of his suspicions.
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