She straightened her back from the sink with a groan and glared at Saxon with fresh hostility.
"You ain't sayin' anything, eh?
An' why don't you?
Because I guess you still got some natural shame in you a-runnin' with a prizefighter.

Oh, I've heard about your goings-on with Bill Roberts.

A nice specimen he is.

But just you wait till Charley Long gets his hands on him, that's all." "Oh, I don't know," Tom intervened.

"Bill Roberts is a pretty good boy from what I hear." Saxon smiled with superior knowledge, and Sarah, catching her, was infuriated.
"Why don't you marry Charley Long?
He's crazy for you, and he ain't a drinkin' man." "I guess he gets outside his share of beer," Saxon retorted.
"That's right," her brother supplemented.