"They're goin' to have beer, an' if that Temescal bunch comes, there'll be a rough-house.

I don't care, though.

I'm takin' my lady friend just the same.

Cripes, but I've got a taste in my mouth!" He made a wry face and attempted to wash the taste away with coffee.
"D'ye know Julia ?" Martin shook his head.
"She's my lady friend," Jim explained, "and she's a peach.

I'd introduce you to her, only you'd win her.