ELDER DANIELS. He’s raving about a woman and a child. I tell you he’s gone off his chump.
STRAPPER [calling to those without] Shew the lady in there.
Feemy Evans comes in. She is a young woman of 23 or 24, with impudent manners, battered good looks, and dirty-fine dress.
ELDER DANIELS. Morning, Feemy.
FEEMY. Morning, Elder. [She passes on and slips her arm familiarly through Strapper’s].
STRAPPER. Ever see him before, Feemy?
FEEMY. Thats the little lot that was on your horse this morning, Strapper. Not a doubt of it.
BLANCO [implacably contemptuous] Go home and wash yourself, you slut.
FEEMY [reddening, and disengaging her arm from Strapper’s] I’m clean enough to hang you, anyway. [Going over to him threateningly]. Youre no true American man, to insult a woman like that.
BLANCO. A woman! Oh Lord! You saw me on a horse, did you?