She shivered, and turned back to get the gay serape which she had bought from an old Mexican woman when they were coming out of that queer restaurant last evening.
When she came out again, Lite was standing there, smoking a cigarette and leaning against a post.
"You'd better get some sleep, Jean," he reproved her when she came and stood beside him.

"You had a pretty hard day yesterday; and to-day won't be any easier.

Better go back and lie down." Jean merely pulled the serape snugger about her shoulders and sat down sidewise upon the railing.

"I couldn't sleep," she said.

"If I could, I wouldn't be out here; I'd be asleep, wouldn't I?
Why don't you go to bed yourself ?" "Ah-h, Art's learned to talk Spanish," he said drily.