Duane came here one day with Euchre, saw Jen, and went loony over her pretty face, same as all you men.

So I let him come." Bland cursed low and deep under his breath.

The other man made a violent action of some kind and apparently was quieted by a restraining hand.
"Kate, you let Duane make love to Jennie ?" queried Bland, incredulously.
"Yes, I did," replied the wife, stubbornly.

"Why not?
Jen's in love with him.

If he takes her away and marries her she can be a decent woman." Bland kept silent a moment, then his laugh pealed out loud and harsh.
"Chess, did you get that?
Well, by God! what do you think of my wife ?" "She's lyin' or she's crazy," replied Alloway, and his voice carried an unpleasant ring.
Mrs.Bland promptly and indignantly told her husband's lieutenant to keep his mouth shut.
"Ho, ho, ho!" rolled out Bland's laugh.
Then he led the way to the porch, his spurs clinking, the weapons he was carrying rattling, and he flopped down on a bench.
"How are you, boss ?" asked Euchre.
"Hello, old man.