Reckon I oughtn't have stayed.

Columbine, you look pretty much upset." "What do I care how I look!" she exclaimed, with a sharp resentment attending this abrupt and painful break in her agitation.
Next moment Jack Belllounds galloped a foam-lashed horse into the courtyard and hauled up short with a recklessness he was noted for.

He swung down hard and violently cast the reins from him.
"Ahuh! I gambled on just this," he declared, harshly.
Columbine's heart sank.

His gaze was fixed on her face, with its telltale evidences of agitation.
"What've you been crying about ?" he demanded.
"I haven't been," she retorted.
His bold and glaring eyes, hot with sudden temper, passed slowly from her to the cowboy.

Columbine became aware then that Jack was under the influence of liquor.