"I guess I must have done it, all right." Sandy was kind enough when not otherwise engaged.

He got up and put a basin of water on the stove to warm, that Ford might bathe his hurts, and he made him a very creditable drink with lemon and whisky and not too much water.
"The way I heard it," he explained further, "this lady come to town looking for Frank Ford Cameron, and seen you, and said you was him.
So--" "I ain't," Ford interrupted indignantly.

"My name's Ford Campbell and I'll lick any darned son-of-a-gun--" "Likely she made a mistake," Sandy soothed.

"Frank Ford Cameron, she had you down for, and you went ahead and married her willing enough.

Seems like there was some hurry-up reason that she explained to you private.
She had the license all made out and brought a preacher down from Garbin.