She fell over, hittin' her head." "You damned fool!" snapped Maison.

Dale was not Sanderson, and Maison felt the authority of his position.

"This is Peggy Nyland, isn't it?
She's the girl Silverthorn was telling me about--that you're sweet on.
You damned fool.

Can't you let the women alone when we're in a deal like this! You'll ruin the whole thing! Get her out of here!" Dale eyed the other sullenly, his face bloating with rage.
"Look here, Maison; you quit your infernal yappin'.

She stays here.