One was evil-visaged to a point of
gargoyle hideousness. The other was little better, and he raised a
face to inspect the man in the door which some malignant sculptor might
have modeled in pure spite, pinching it viciously here and there into
sharp angles of grotesqueness. Yet in the eyes Brent recognized
keenness and determination.
The newcomer casually inquired for the station agent and one of the
fellows stared at him morosely, making no reply. The other however,
supplied the curt information: "He's done gone out ter git him a snack
ter eat."
"I'm looking for a man named Halloway," said Brent. "A big upstandin'
fellow. Maybe you men know him?"
To the mountaineers who walk softly and speak low by custom it seemed
that the city man spoke with a volume and resonance quite needless in
such narrow confines.
"I knows him when I sees him," admitted the man who had answered the
first question. The other remained dumb.
"Has he been about here to-day?"
"No."
"I'll wait till the operator gets back," announced Brent with a
nonchalance difficult to maintain.
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