"I'd never of guessed he was so fond of Calamity." "You're a fool," answered Nash.

"It ain't Calamity he cares about." "Then what the devil is it ?" "I dunno.

We're goin' to see some queer things around here." Drew, having disposed of the wounded man, carefully raising his head on a pillow, turned to the others.
"Who saw Ben shot ?" "I did," said Kilrain, who was making his way to the door.
"Come back here.

Are you sure you saw the shot fired ?" "I seen the tenderfoot--damn his eyes!--whip up his gun and take a snap shot while he was runnin' for the door where Calamity stood." Nash raised his lantern high, so that the light fell full on the face of Drew.

The rancher was more grey than ever.
He said, with almost an appeal in his voice: "Mightn't it have been one of the other boys, shooting at random ?" The tone of Kilrain raised and grew ugly.
"Are you tryin' to cover the tenderfoot, Drew ?" The big man made a fierce gesture.
"Why should I cover him ?" "Because you been actin' damned queer," answered Nash.
"Ah, you're here again, Nash?
I know you hate Bard because he was too much for you." "He got the start of me, but I'll do a lot of finishing." "Kilrain," called Drew, "you're Calamity's best friend.