“I’m waiting for Benson,” he told them. “If you see him, tell him I’m here.”
While they walked down the patio and out through the bar into the street, he sat nervously making rings with his beer-glass. Then, trembling with eagerness, he called the waiter.
“This stuff hasn’t a kick in it. Bring me a bottle of whisky!”
[XXX: THE OTHER HALF OF THE TRUTH]
As they sat at breakfast Gordon’s glance went repeatedly to Lee. Her smile, soft and mischievous, told that she knew very well what was in his mind, but she did not answer till the end of the meal.
“I’m going to ride with Mr. Nevil to-day,” she told Jake.
Sliver’s nod and grin outside expressed his opinion of the arrangement. “It’s a cinch,” he chuckled. “’Cepting Lee Haskins and his Sal, I never seen two folks more sot on each other.”
Jake evidenced a dry curiosity. “An’ who in hell might they be?”
“Folks I knew up in the Palo Verde country. They was stuck on each other like two stamps at the end of a day’s ride in a sweaty pocket; allus that close up walkin’, standin’ or settin’, you had to walk around ’em twice to find the jine.”
“An’ after they was married?” Jake questioned.