The Wells Fargo man was the first to make any comment; he asked:
“You know this?” And then as she surveyed them through a scented cloud and bowed her head, he added: “How do you know it?”
“That I shall not tell you,” replied the woman, firmly.
Ashby made an impatient movement towards her with the question:
“Where was he?”
“Oh, come, Ashby!” put in Rance, speaking for the first time. “She’s putting up a game on us.”
In a flash Nina wheeled around and with eyes that blazed advanced to the table where the Sheriff was sitting. Indeed, there was something so tigerish about the woman that the Sheriff, in alarm, quickly pushed back his chair.
“I am not lying, Jack Rance.” There was an evil glitter in her eye as she watched a sarcastic smile playing around his lips. “Oh, yes, I know you—you are the Sheriff,” and so saying a peal of contemptuous merriment burst from her, “and Ramerrez was in the camp not less than two hours ago.”
Ashby could hardly restrain his excitement.
“And you saw him?” came from him.