The other
had his back toward them, but he turned as they entered, and
nodded casually to the outlaw. Helen's heart jumped to her throat
when she saw it was Val Collins.
The two men looked at each other steadily in a long silence. Wolf
Leroy was the first to speak.
"You damn fool!" The swarthy face creased to an evil smile of
derision.
"I ce'tainly do seem to butt in considerable, Mr. Leroy,"
admitted Collins, with an answering smile.
Leroy's square jaw set like a vise. "It won't happen again, Mr.
Sheriff."
"I'd hate to gamble on that heavy," returned Collins easily. Then
he caught sight of the girl's white face, and rose to his feet
with outstretched hand.
"Sit down," snapped out Reilly.
"Oh, that's all right I'm shaking hands with the lady. Did you
think I was inviting you to drill a hole in me, Mr. Reilly?"
CHAPTER 18. A DINNER FOR THREE
"I thought we bumped you off down at Epitaph," Leroy said.
"Along with Scott? Well, no. You see, I'm a regular cat to kill,
Mr. Leroy, and I couldn't conscientiously join the angels with so
lame a story as a game laig to explain my coming," said Collins
cheerfully.
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