Nor did he know the reason for that, either.
After a moment they parted, and Fairchild gulped at his fountain drink.
She had hesitated, then with a quick decision turned straight into the drug store.
"Buy a ticket, Mr.McCauley ?" she asked of the man behind the counter.
"I 've sold twenty already, this morning.

Only five more, and my work 's over." "Going to be pretty much of a crowd, is n't there ?" The druggist was fishing in his pocket for money.

Fairchild, dallying with his drink now, glanced sharply toward the door and went back to his refreshment.
She was standing directly in the entrance, fingering the five remaining tickets.
"Oh, everybody in town.

Please take the five, won't you?
Then I 'll be through." "I 'll be darned if I will, 'Nita!" McCauley backed against a shelf case in mock self-defense.

"Every time you 've got anything you want to get rid of, you come in here and shove it off on me.