Although both men were smooth-
faced, there was reason to suspect that Roon at least had but recently
worn a mustache. His upper lip had the thick, stiff look of one from
which a beard of long-standing recently had been shaved.
Later on it was learned that they purchased the two horses in
Hornville, paying cash for the beasts and the trappings. The
transaction took place a day or two before they came to Hart's Tavern
for what had been announced as a short stay.
Standing on Jim Conley's front porch a little after sunrise, Barnes
made the following declaration:
"Everything goes to show that these men were up here for one of two
reasons. They were either trying to prevent or to enact a crime. The
latter is my belief. They were afraid of me. Why? Because they
believed I was trailing them and likely to spoil their game.
Gentlemen, those fellows were here for the purpose of robbing the
place you call Green Fancy."
"What's that?" came a rich, mellow voice from the outskirts of the
crowd. A man pushed his way through and confronted Barnes. He was a
tall, good-looking fellow of thirty-five, and it was apparent that he
had dressed in haste. "My name is O'Dowd, and I am a guest of Mr.
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