See, my hand does not tremble; I am not afraid physically.

I 've simply come to myself; I 'm convinced we 're doing wrong." "But you will wait until morning?
until I have talked with Coombs ?" I asked anxiously.
"Yes," after an instant's hesitation.

"There is nothing else I can do." The Texan got noisily to his feet, and swaggered across the floor.
"If you all hav' got through yer whisperin'," he said roughly, "I reckon Sally 's got ther grub laid out." I bit my lips to keep back a hot reply, feeling the restraint of her eyes, and we followed him into the next room.

The table was set for two, and I could distinguish the shadow of a woman standing motionless in the farther corner.

The dim light barely revealed her outlines.
"Yer kin talk it out yere," announced Coombs, waving one hand, "cause I won't be present, havin' et already.