I'd hate to think you'd led Jennie to hope more'n ever would come true." Euchre paused, and, as there seemed no reply forthcoming, he went on: "Buck, I've seen some outlaws whose word was good.

Mine is.

You can trust me.

I trusted you, didn't I, takin' you over there an' puttin' you wise to my tryin' to help thet poor kid ?" Thus enjoined by Euchre, Duane began to tell the conversations with Jennie and Mrs.Bland word for word.

Long before he had reached an end Euchre set down the coffee-cup and began to stare, and at the conclusion of the story his face lost some of its red color and beads of sweat stood out thickly on his brow.
"Wal, if thet doesn't floor me!" he ejaculated, blinking at Duane.
"Young man, I figgered you was some swift, an' sure to make your mark on this river; but I reckon I missed your real caliber.