"Who was here last night, Bill?"
"Wha'd' y' mean?" he countered, gathering up his lines.
"What man was it, you were talking to?" she demanded.
"I guess if I was talkin' to any man," he grumbled, "I was talkin' in my sleep. You must 'a' been 'a' dreamin'."
"Oh, come now, 'fess up, Bill." Belle nodded toward Kate. "She was awake."
Bradley started the horses, shifted on the box and looked not too well pleased: "I wasn't talkin' to nobody last night——"
"Bill, what a whopper."
"If you mean this mornin'——" he went on, doggedly.
"Well—who was here?"
"Jim Laramie."