I believe it, she is on the square." For a silent, breathless moment Brown did not stir, did not once take his eyes from off her face.

She saw his hand slip down and close hard over the butt of his dangling revolver.

Then he drew a deep breath, his head thrown back, his great shoulders squared.
"D-damn, but that helps me," he said soberly.

"It--it sure does.
G-good-night, little g-girl." "Are you going to leave me now ?" "Why, sure.

Th-this yere is the h-h-hotel, ain 't it?
W-well, I 've got t-to be back to th-the 'Little Yankee' afore d-d-daylight, or thar 'll be h-hell to pay, an' I sure m-mean to see her first, an'-- an'-- maybe h-him." She stood there in thoughtful perplexity, oblivious to all else in her strange surroundings, watching the dark shadow of his burly figure disappear through the dim light.