Curly's eyes were big with amazement, and slowly he comprehended the meaning of it all.
"An' ye think they wouldn't burn a man alive?" he gasped.
"No. Take my word fer it, they have never done such a thing yet, an' never will. Jim Weston wants to keep all white men away from Glen West, an' so he puts up that bluff. It's on account of his daughter. He knows that more than you an' me have their eyes on her. That's what took you there, wasn't it?"
"Sure. D'ye think it'd be anything else than a woman that would put me into such a scrape?"
"An' didn't get her after all. That's too bad."
"But I will get her," Curly declared with an oath. "That slick gentleman sucker isn't going to have her."
"Who d'ye mean?"
"Oh, you know, don't ye? It's that guy who knocked off the bottles.
He's at Glen West now, an' very chummy with Jim Weston's daughter."
"How in h—— did he get there?"
"Search me. But he's there, all right, an' from all appearance he's going to stay, for a while at least, until I show me hand."