Kinda seems to me now, that she asked you if you was really Frank Ford Cameron, and you said: 'I sure am,' or something like that.

The preacher'd know, maybe.

He musta been the only sober one in the bunch--except the girl.

But you done chased him off, so--" "Sandy, I wish you'd go hunt Rock up and tell him I want to see him." Ford spoke with more of his natural spirit than he had shown since waking.
"Rock's gone on out to Riley's camp," volunteered Bill.

"Left this morning, before the rain started in." "What was her name--do you know ?" Ford went back to the mystery.
"Ida--or was it Jenny?
Some darned name--I heard it, when the preacher was marrying you." Bill was floundering hopelessly in mental fog, but he persisted.