“What’s up? Who was that?”
“Mayor of this burg and the marshal. Say we’ve got to shut down on the booze.”
“Like hell!”
Rand grinned. “Sure. He can’t run a whoozer on me.”
When he left Radabaugh, Wint ran into Jack Routt, and they strolled about together through the crowd. Once they saw Hetty, and Wint thought she was unnaturally cheerful and gay. He wondered if it were possible she had been drinking again; and he stared after her so long that Routt asked:
“Takes your eye, does she?’
“I was wondering,” said Wint.
Routt touched his arm. “You take it from me, Wint, you want to keep clear of her. I’d get her out of the house, if I were you. They’re beginning to talk.”
Wint asked angrily: “Who’s beginning to talk? What about?”
“Everybody. About Hetty—and you, naturally.”