"Jack, you've got to get them bloody clothes off, and some decent ones on.

Come on, Bill; half an hour ain't any too much time to get ready in." Half-way to the house they walked without saying a word.

Then Dade, walking between the two, suddenly clapped a hand down upon the shoulder of each.
"Say, I could holler my head off!" he exulted.

"I'm going to quit worrying about anything, after this; the nights I've laid awake and worried myself purple over this darned fiesta--or the duel, rather! And things are turning out smooth as a man could ask.
"Jack, I'm proud to death of you, and that's a fact.

With that temper of yours, I kinda looked for you to get this whole outfit down on you; but the way you acted, I don't believe there's a man here, except Manuel, that's got any real grudge against you, even if they did lose a lot of money on the fight.