"Such a system at least means honest men," said Hare, laughing
his surprise.
They went into a wide door to tread a maze of narrow aisles
between boxes and barrels, stacks of canned vegetables, and piles
of harness and dry goods; they entered an open space where several
men leaned on a counter.
"Hello, Abe," said Naab; "seen anything of Snap?"
"Hello, August. Yes, Snap's inside. So's Holderness. Says he
rode in off the range on purpose to see you." Abe designated an
open doorway from which issued loud voices. Hare glanced into a
long narrow room full of smoke and the fumes of rum. Through the
haze he made out a crowd of men at a rude bar. Abe went to the door
and called out: "Hey, Snap, your dad wants you. Holderness, here's
August Naab."
A man staggered up the few steps leadi
