Women are hell.

I was hopin', though, you might talk a little to thet poor lonesome kid." "What kid ?" inquired Duane, in surprise.
"Didn't I tell you about Jennie--the girl Bland's holdin' here--the one Jackrabbit Benson had a hand in stealin' ?" "You mentioned a girl.

That's all.

Tell me now," replied Duane, abruptly.
"Wal, I got it this way.

Mebbe it's straight, an' mebbe it ain't.