"All right, then, we 'll let it go at that; only please remember the lady is under my protection.

What is your name ?" "Coombs," in better humor, feeling he had bluffed me.

"Bill Coombs." "Can we have a bit of lunch ?" "I reckon yer can.

Ol' Sally is a rustlin' some grub now.

I stirred her up when I furst cum in." He sat down cross-legged on a chair the other side the littered table, and stared at us, his hat still drawn down over his eyes.