I wasn't ever to have anything more to do with you, not even to speak to you if we met--and after you 'd saved my life, too." "Never mind about that little affair, Kid," and Hampton rested his hand gently on her shoulder.

"That was all in the day's work, and hardly counts for much anyhow.

Was that all she said ?" "She called you a low-down gambler, a gun-fighter, a--a miserable bar-room thug, a--a murderer.

She--she said that if I ever dared to speak to you again, Bob Hampton; that I could leave her house.

I just could n't stand for that, so I came away." Hampton never stirred, his teeth set deep into his cigar, his hands clinched about the railing.