"I would not marry a girl because she had money," said Angus, "because the money would not be worth the nuisance of her if I didn't love her."
Kathleen laughed at this frank statement, and went to find Jean. Angus' reflections as to Kathleen were broken by the reappearance of Dorgan.
"What did I tell you?" said the little man. "I guess my dope was poor, huh!"
"Your dope on what?"
"On what? On them fellers I was talkin' to yesterday. Now here's French's sister comes on the scout. When I seen her she was sure gettin' an eyeful of Chief."
"She was looking for my sister. She told me how it happened."
"I'll gamble she did," Dorgan returned skeptically, "and I s'pose you fell for it, like young fellers do. When a crook can't get the real dope any other way, he plants a woman. That skirt——"
"Go easy," Angus warned him. "That young lady is a friend of mine."
"She ain't a friend of mine, and I got my own idea of what she was here for. If you don't like it I'll keep it to myself."
"You're barking up the wrong tree," Angus laughed. "She's as straight as they make them. She says you're a remarkable liar, if you want to know."