Believin' me or not doesn't matter.

But this vile-mouthed Bruce hinted against thet girl's honor.' "Ag'in some of the men laughed, but not so noisy, an' there was a nervous shufflin' of feet.

Isbel looked sort of queer.

His neck had a bulge round his collar.

An' his eyes was like black coals of fire.
Greaves spread his big hands again, as if to wash them of this part of the dirty argument.
"'When it comes to any wimmen I pass--much less play a hand fer a wildcat like Jorth's gurl,' said Greaves, sort of cold an' thick.
'Bruce shore ought to know her.