"I know he is."
"And do you know what it costs to have a doctor come all the way out here?"
"Yes, beasts! won't budge till you've handed over five hundred dollars. Skunks!"
"Did your friend mention how he meant to raise the dust?"
"He's got it," she said curtly.
"Why, he was livin' off his pardner. Hadn't a red cent."
"She's shieldin' him," the men about the door agreed.
"Lord! he done it well—got away with five hundred and a horse!"
"He had words with Austin, himself, the night o' the clean-up. Sassed Scowl Austin! Right quiet, but, oh my! Told him to his face his gold was dirty, and washed it off his hands with a look——Gawd! you could see Austin was mad clear through, from his shirt-buttons to his spine. You bet Scowl said something back that got the young feller's monkey up."
They all agreed that the only wonder was that Austin had lived as long—"On the other side o' the line—Gee!"