Anyway, he an' Kate must have had it hot an' heavy.

We're pretty lucky." "It seems so.

Well, I'm going," said Duane, tersely.
"Lucky! I should smiler Bland's been up all night after a most draggin' ride home.

He'll be fagged out this mornin', sleepy, sore, an' he won't be expectin' hell before breakfast.

Now, you walk over to his house.
Meet him how you like.