When he persisted, the Chinaman opened his loose blue jacket and showed a ten-dollar gold-piece on a string around his neck.
"Mlissy Mazaline glive me that; it all plenty me," he said.

"You want me come, I come.

What you say do, I do.

I say gloddam Mazaline!" That scene came to Orlando's mind now, and it agitated him as the incident itself had not stirred him when it happened.

The broncho he was riding, as though the disturbance in Orlando's breast had passed into its own wilful body, suddenly became restless to be off, and as Orlando gave no encouragement, showed signs of bucking.
At that moment Orlando saw in the distance, far north of both Tralee and Slow Down Ranch, a horse, ridden by a woman, galloping on the prairie.
Presently as he watched the headlong gallop, the horse came down and the rider was thrown.