Healy’s eyes had narrowed to slits.  Now he murmured a question:  “What about this man Keller?  Was he here when you came, Phyl?”

The girl turned to Yeager, who had sauntered up.  “Didn’t you say he came this morning, Jim?”

Yeager’s eyes were like a stone wall.  “Yep.  This mo’ning.  I needed some husky guy to help me, so I got him.”

“Funny you had to get a fellow from Bear Creek to help you, Jim.”

“Are you looking for a job, Brill?”

“No.  Why?”

“Because I ain’t noticed any stampede this way among the boys to preempt this job.  I take a man where I can find him, Brill, and I don’t ask you to O.K. him.”

“I see you don’t, Jim.  The boys aren’t going to like it very well, though.”

“Then they know what they can do about it,” Yeager answered evenly, level eyes steadily on those of his critic.

“What time did this nester get here, Jim?” broke in Phil.

Yeager’s opaque eyes passed from Healy to Sanderson.  “It might have been about eight.”

“Then he couldn’t be the man,” the boy said to Healy, almost in a whisper.

“What man?” Jim asked.

“We ran on a rustler branding a C.O. calf.  We got close enough to take a shot at him.  Then he slid into some arroyo, and we lost him,” Phil exclaimed.

“How long ago was this?” asked Yeager.

“About an hour since we first saw him.  Beats all how he ever made his getaway.  We were right after him when he gave us the slip.”

“Oh, he gave you the slip, did he?”

“Dropped into some hole and pulled it in after him.  These hills are built for hide and seek, looks like.”

“Notice the color of his horse?”

“It was a roan, Jim.  Something like that nester’s.”  Phil nodded toward the animal Keller had ridden.

All eyes focused hard on the horse with the white stockings.

“What brand was he putting on the calf?  That’ll tell you who the man was.”

Phil and Healy looked at each other, and the latter laughed.  “That’s one on us.  We didn’t stay to look, but got right out for Mr. Rustler.”

“Did he kill the cow?”

Phil nodded.

“Then you’ll find the calf still hanging around there unless he had a pal to drive it away.”

“That’s right.  We’ll go back now and look.  Ready, Phyl?”

“Yes.”  She stepped to her horse, and swung to the saddle.

Meanwhile Healy rode forward to the cabin.  Through narrowed lids he looked down at the man standing in the doorway.  “Give that message to your friends?” he demanded insolently.

There are men who have to look at each other only once to know that there is born between them a perpetual hostility.  Each of these men had felt it at the first shock of meeting eyes.  They would feel it again as often as they looked at each other.

“No,” the nester answered.

“Why not?”