“Ah!” David rose, turned away, and again paced the piazza. Then he returned to his seat. “I see. The young man I tried to help off when I first arrived.”

“Yes. There he is.”

“I see. Handsome type.”

“He’s down here now, keeping quiet. How long it will last, no one knows. Justice is lax in the mountains. His father shot three or four men before he died himself of a gunshot wound which he received while resisting the officers of the law. If there’s a man left in the family to follow this thing up, Frale will be hunted down and arrested or shot; otherwise, when things have cooled off a little up there, he will go back and open up the old business, and the tragedy will be repeated.