Somewhere in a house near at hand a woman was singing.

And in the road Duane saw a little Mexican boy driving home some cows, one of which wore a bell.

The sweet, happy voice of a woman and a whistling barefoot boy--these seemed utterly out of place here.
Euchre presently led to the square and the row of rough houses Duane remembered.

He almost stepped on a wide imprint in the dust where Bosomer had confronted him.

And a sudden fury beset him that he should be affected strangely by the sight of it.
"Let's have a look in here," said Euchre.
Duane had to bend his head to enter the door.