"There's nothing matters now," he says.
He set back on his heels, looking at me in a way I couldn't stand—with us both bending over her, trying to bring her to.
"I'm better than you think," says he, after a little while. "All this happened because things got criss-crossed."
"You queered the game the way you played it," says I to him. "The Circle Arrow plays wide open, with all the cards on the table. It beats hell how the luck runs in a square game sometimes! The front door is the place for a man that talks to a girl—like Katherine Kimberly comes in, or her brother, Tom."
"Does she know him?" says he, sudden.
"That's our business," says I. I still was pouring water on Bonnie Bell.
"Yes," says he, "that's true. He's not your enemy's servant."
About then Bonnie Bell begun to move her hands and I raised her up against my knees. She set there looking him in the face.
"Kid," says I, "you needn't rub your eyes and ast, 'Where am I?' I'll tell you. You're right in the middle of one hell of a muss!"