He sat silent a little while, fanning himself with a sombrero, though the night was cool, and then he went into the cabin to return presently with a lighted pipe.
"Fine night," he said; and his tone further acquainted Duane with Euchre's quaint humor.

"Fine night for love-affairs, by gum!" "I'd noticed that," rejoined Duane, dryly.
"Wal, I'm a son of a gun if I didn't stand an' watch Bland choke his wife till her tongue stuck out an' she got black in the face." "No!" ejaculated Duane.
"Hope to die if I didn't.

Buck, listen to this here yarn.

When I got back to the porch I seen Bland was wakin' up.

He'd been too fagged out to figger much.