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His eyes narrowed with aroused suspicion as he looked up from the slip of paper and confronted the amused Timmons across the desk. "I'll keep this," he said soberly, folding it and thrusting it into his pocket. "All right" and Timmons smiled blandly "I got the money." "And that was all, was it just this note and the cash? There was nothing addressed to me?" The hotel-keeper shook his head.
Timmons, hearing the creak of approaching wheels, and surmising the arrival of guests, came lumbering out through the open door, his face beaming welcome. Behind him the vacant office stood fully revealed in the light of bracket-lamps. As Westcott clambered over the wheel, and then assisted the lady to alight, the face of the landlord was sufficiently expressive of surprise.
"She oughtn't to hike to the Timmons House alone, Jim," Carson said. "This yere is pay-day up at the big mines, an' the boys are havin' a hell of a time. That's them yellin' down yonder, and they're mighty likely to mix up with the Bar X gang before mornin', bein' how the liquor is runnin' like blood in the streets o' Lundun, and there's half a mile between 'em."
"He's down in his saloon; he sed if you showed up, an' asked fer him, ter tell yer that's whar he'd be." "He told you that? He expected me to show up then?" "I reckon as how he did," and Timmons grinned in drunken good humour. "He's pretty blame smart, Bill Lacy is; he most allars knows whut's goin' ter happen." He leaned over the desk and lowered his voice.
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