The cynical smile twisted the Texan's lips: "He'll be sure of it before he gets through."
"No, no, Tex! Don't shoot anybody—please! Listen, I've got a plan that will get you out of here. But first, you've got to promise that you will see Win. We've set our hearts on it, and you must."
"What's the good?"
"Please, for my sake, promise me."
The man's eyes devoured her. "I'd do anything in the world for your sake," he said, simply. "I'll promise. Tell Win to drift over to Claggett day after tomorrow, an' I'll meet him somewhere along the trail."
"Surely? You won't disappoint us?"
The man regarded her reproachfully: "You don't think I'd lie to you?"
"No, forgive me, I—" she paused and looked straight into his eyes, "and, will you promise me one thing more?"
"Tell me straight out what it is, an' I'll tell you straight out what I'll do."
"Promise me you won't drink any more until—until after you've seen Win."