Between 'em they'll fill orders bigger 'n thet." "Wondered what Hardin was rustlin' in here fer." Duane could not possibly attend to all the conversation among the outlaws.

He endeavored to get the drift of talk nearest to him.
"Kid Fuller's goin' to cash," said a sandy-whiskered little outlaw.
"So Jim was tellin' me.

Blood-poison, ain't it?
Thet hole wasn't bad.
But he took the fever," rejoined a comrade.
"Deger says the Kid might pull through if he hed nursin'." "Wal, Kate Bland ain't nursin' any shot-up boys these days.

She hasn't got time." A laugh followed this sally; then came a penetrating silence.

Some of the outlaws glanced good-naturedly at Duane.