In spite of his exceeding slenderness, Owen seemed to possess the
endurance and stamina of a larger and more physically perfect man. For
though he was always seen about the ranchhouse during the day--helping
at odd jobs and appearing to be busy nearly all the time--each
succeeding night found him stealthily mounting his horse to ride to the
Bar D, there to watch Dale's movements.
He had not been at the Bar D since the night before the day on which he
had left with Sanderson to go to Las Vegas, but on the second night
following his return--soon after dark--he went to the stable, threw
saddle and bridle on his horse, and vanished into the shadows of the
basin.
Later, moving carefully, he appeared at the edge of a tree clump near
the Bar D corral. He saw a light in one of the windows of the
house--Dale's office--and he left his horse in the shadows and stole
forward. There were two men in the office with Dale. Owen saw them
and heard their voices as he crept to a point under the window in the
dense blackness of the night.
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