I don't know the girl's name.

I'd know her quick enough if I should see her, but I can't tell you who she was." Ford swore, of course.

And Rock listened sympathetically until he was done.
"That's the stuff; get it out of your system, Ford, and then you'll feel better.

Then we can put our heads together and see if there isn't some way to beat this combination." "Could you spot the preacher, do you reckon ?" asked Ford more calmly.
"I could--if he didn't see us coming," Rock admitted guardedly.

"Name of Sanderson, I believe.