She looked up rather awkwardly, and she saw that Charnock had taken too much liquor.
"Good evening, boys," she said.

"I want to lock the doors, and guess you don't know how late it is." Wilkinson, the man she distrusted, took out his watch.

He had a horse ranch some distance off, and the farmers called him a sport.

As a matter of fact, he was a successful petty gambler, but generally lost his winnings by speculating in real-estate and wheat.
"It's surely late, Mrs.Charnock," he agreed.

"Still, I dare say you can give us a quarter of an hour." "Five minutes," Sadie answered.