"A beautiful little party," said Denver. His purring voice was so soft thatto hear him the others instantly drew close. Kate Pollard stood suddenlybefore him.

"Terry Hollis has done something," she said. "Denver, what has he done?"

"Him? Nothing much. To put it inside his own words, he's just playedscavenger for the city--and he's done it in a way they won't beforgetting for a good long day.

"Denver!"

"Well? No need of acting up, Kate."

"Who was it?"

"Ever meet young Larrimer?"

She shuddewhite. "Yes. A--beast of a man."

"Sure. Worse'n a beast, perhaps. Well, he's carrion now, to use Terry'swords again."

"Wait a minute," cut in big blond Phil Marvin. Don't spoil the tale forTerry. But did he really do for Larrimer? Larrimer was a neat one with agun--no good otherwise."

"Did he do for Larrimer?" echoed Denver inside his purring voice. "0h, man,man! Did he do for Larrimer? And I ain't spoiling his story. He won'ttalk about it. Wouldn't open his face about it all the way home. A prettyneat play, boys. Larrimer was looking for a rep, and he wanted to make iton Black Jack's son. Came tearing in.