"You will not forget me?"

"I shall never forget you," she answered quietly. "Good-bye, Mr. Lee!"

Her hand touched his again, she wheeled, and rode away. He remained
standing with the hand she had grasped still raised. And after a
moment, as he had hoped, she turned in the saddle and waved to him.
His eyes were downward and he was smiling faintly when he re-entered
the saloon.

Silent sat at a table with his chin propped in his hand--his left
hand, of course, for that restless right hand must always be free. He
stared across the room towards Whistling Dan. The train of thoughts
which kept those ominous eyes so unmoving must be broken. He sat down
at the side of his chief.

"What the hell?" said the big man, "ain't you started yet?"

"Look here, Jim," said Haines cautiously, "I want you to lay off on
this kid, Whistling Dan. It won't meant anything to you to raise the
devil with him."

"I tell you," answered Silent, "it'll please me more'n anything in the
world to push that damned girl face of his into the floor."

"Silent, I'm asking a personal favour of you!"

The leader turned upon him that untamed stare. Haines set his teeth.

"Haines," came the answer, "I'll stand more from you than from any man