Then the door closed, and Dozier turned slowly to face his hunted man.

"You were one-quarter of an inch from death, Dozier," he replied.

Bill Dozier was with him, Bill who was the black sheep in the fine old Dozier family.

There was a sharp, shrill cry from the boy, and Dozier whirled on him.

In the meantime the morning was brightening rapidly, and Dozier led out his men.

In the meantime someone had picked up the trail to the cliff, and Dozier followed it.

Dozier rapped at the door, and the old man himself appeared.

I think maybe it'd be sort of interestin' to hear what Dozier has to say.

He thought, too, of the lean face and the peculiar, set eye of Dozier.

For one moment Dozier remained looking from one face to the other.