An' you-all know thet Greaves is as deep in--" "Shut up that kind of gab," demanded Jorth, stridently.

"An' answer me.

Was the row in Greaves's barroom aboot sheep ?" "Aw, hell! I said so, didn't I ?" shouted Bruce, with a fierce uplift of his distorted face.
Ellen strode out from the shadow of the tall men who had obscured her.
"Bruce, y'u're a liar," she said, bitingly.
The surprise of her sudden appearance seemed to root Bruce to the spot.
All but the discolored places on his face turned white.

He held his breath a moment, then expelled it hard.

His effort to recover from the shock was painfully obvious.