W. C. Tuttle

“ Henderson was the only man left, and Grandon had learned that one man could do northing at Kingsburg. The killing of McKay and Cree George and the leaving of the bodies in the street was a direct challenge to the force.
Magee was a brute of a man, crafty, vindictive, suspicious, and he had surrounded himself with men who were no better than himself until Kingsburg had become known as a town of lawlessness. ”

“ The rain pattered steadily on the shake-covered roof and dripped hollowly off the eaves. It was about five o’clock when footsteps grated across the porch, and into the room came Louie Beaudet. His face was white above his great beard, and he half-staggered in his stride. ”

“ Grandon smiled and shook his head. “Impossible, Henderson.”
“Yes, sir, and Magee knows it. He must have a complete spy system, because he knows our every move in advance. I feel sure that this post is carefully watched all the time. McKay felt the same about it, sir; and Conley, too.” ”