"He's a fellow that calls himself Johnson. His real name is Struve,"
Jed answered carelessly.

"He's the man that shot the Texas lieutenant," she said.

"I dare say. He's got a good reason for shooting him. The man broke
out of the Arizona penitentiary, and Fraser came north to rearrest
him. At least, that's my guess. He wouldn't have been here to-night if
he hadn't figured Fraser too sick to come. Watch him duck when he
learns the ranger's here."

At the first opportunity Arlie signaled to Dick that she wanted to see
him. Fraser, she observed, was no longer in the dancing rooms. Dick
took her out from the hot room to the porch.

"Let's walk a little, Dick. I want to tell you something."

They sauntered toward the fine grove of pines that ran up the hillside
back of the house.

"Did you notice that man with the scar, Dick?" she presently asked.

"Yes. I ain't seen him before. Must be one of the Rabbit Run guys, I
take it."

"I've seen him. He's the man that shot your friend. He was the man I
shot at when he looked in the window,"

"Sure, Arlie?"