They ain't got any evidence whatever, unless she saw me at Rock City that night." He turned and looked again toward the two men down on the road and tilted his mouth down at the corners in a sour grin.
"Go to it and be damned to you!" he muttered.

"You haven't got the dope, and you can't git it, either.

Trail that horse if you want to--I'd like to see yuh amuse yourselves that way!" He turned again to stare after Lorraine, meditating deeply.

If she had only been a man, he would have known exactly how to still her tongue, but he had never before been called upon to deal with the problem of keeping a woman quiet.

He saw that she was taking the trail toward Fred Thurman's, and that she was riding swiftly, as if she had some errand in that direction, something urgent.