Was it any of your affair who she was ?" "I reckoned I know'd her, and I did." The marshal turned his eyes toward Hope, and then back upon Scott, evidently slightly interested.
"So?
Recognized an old friend, I suppose ?" The slight sneer in "Wild Bill's" soft voice caused Scott to flame up in sudden passion.
"No, I didn't! but I called the turn just the same--she's Christie Maclaire." The marshal smiled.
"All right, little boy," he said soberly.

"Now you trot straight along to bed.

Don't let me catch you on the street again to-night, and I'd advise you not to pull another gun--you're too slow on the trigger for this town.

Come along, Doctor, and we'll get Miss Maclaire to her hotel." He shouldered his way through the collected crowd, the others following.
Hope endeavored to speak, to explain to Fairbain who she actually was, realizing then, for the first time, that she had not previously given him her name.

Amidst the incessant noise and confusion, the blaring of brass, and the jangle of voices, she found it impossible to make the man comprehend.