They entered town quietly and stopped a few doors
below the lighted front of the Hole-in-the-Wall.
"Just step in and tell Panhandle I want to see him," and Sneed indicated
one of his riders.
The man went in and came out again with the information that Panhandle
had left the saloon about an hour ago; that he had told the bartender he
was going out to get some money and come back and play the wheel.
"Get on your horse," said Sneed, who had been gazing up the street while
listening to the other. "Here comes Panhandle now. I'll do the talking."
CHAPTER XXIV
CHEYENNE PLAYS BIG
Watching from his darkened window, Cheyenne had seen Panhandle leave the
Hole-in-the-Wall, and stride up the street alone. It was the first time
Cheyenne had seen Sears since he had taken the single room opposite the
gambling-house. Cheyenne stepped back, drew down the curtain, and turned
on the light. The bare board floor was littered with cigarette stubs. A
pair of saddle-bags hung on the iron bedstead. Other furniture was a
chair, a scratched and battered washstand, a cracked mirror. Standing by
the washstand Cheyenne took his gun from its holster, half-cocked it,
and punched out the loaded cartridges.
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