"To Captain Landor's widow, I am told.""No," said Cairness, "he won't. I've met him since. That was a long time ago, and I was smooth shaven.""No," he agreed, "it doesn't matter. And I shall do well enough." Then the three went out, and she finished her breakfast alone.Slowly, with no undue haste whatever, the Reverend Taylor produced from beneath the skirts of his clerical garb another revolver. There was a derisive and hilarious howl. When it had subsided, he turned to the barkeeper. "Got my lemon pop ready?" he asked. The[Pg 44] man pushed it over to him, and he took it up in his left hand.