Also he was
careful not to sit where an shadow would betray his position.
Then back he went to his Villon, a revolver lying on the table
within reach.
But the night passed without mishap, and with morning he ventured
forth to his meeting with the sheriff. He might have slipped out
from the back door of his cabin and gained the canyon, by
circling unobserved, up the draw and over the hogback, but he
would not show by these precautions any fear of the cutthroats
with whom he had to deal. As was his scrupulous custom, he shaved
and took his morning bath before appearing outdoors. In all
Arizona no trimmer, more graceful figure of jaunty recklessness
could be seen than this one stepping lightly forth to knock at
the bunk-house door behind which he suspected were at least two
men determined on his death by treachery.
Neil came to the door in answer to his knock and within he could
see the villainous faces at bloodshot eyes of two of the others
peering at him.
"Good mo'ning, Captain Neil. I'm on my way to keep that
appointment I mentioned last night I'd ce'tainly be glad to have
you go along. Nothing like being on the spot to prevent
double-crossing.
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