"It's a common enough story along this river.

Euchre here is a tender-hearted old fool, and Jen has taken him in." "Wal, seein' as you've got me figgered correct," replied Euchre, dryly, "I'll go in an' talk to Jennie if I may." "Certainly.

Go ahead.

Jen calls you her best friend," said Mrs.Bland, amiably.

"You're always fetching some Mexican stuff, and that's why, I guess." When Euchre had shuffled into the house Mrs.Bland turned to Duane with curiosity and interest in her gaze.
"Bland told me about you." "What did he say ?" queried Duane, in pretended alarm.
"Oh, you needn't think he's done you dirt Bland's not that kind of a man.