But she gave no sign that she had heard.

She recognized the voice and also the epithet.
Passing to the other side of the room and joining the company there, Carley presently took a casual glance at the door.

Several men were lounging there.

One of them was the sheep dipper, Haze Ruff.

His bold eyes were on her now, and his coarse face wore a slight, meaning smile, as if he understood something about her that was a secret to others.
Carley dropped her eyes.