"No!"
"And then is it mine? all mine, to do as I like with it?"
"Yours, lady. Yours to take and go home and git from out of the cañon, out of this hole in the ground, and live like a Christian, as yer are, and not live here like a wild beast in a carawan."
The man stood up as he spoke, and was proud of his speech, and the men cheered and cheered and said:
"Bully for Poker Jake!"
Then the little Widow turned again, went back to the boy leaning over the bull-dog, thrust it in his arms as he rose to look at her, and turning to the men was gone.
They looked at each other in amazement and disgust. They could hardly believe their senses.
"How dare she do it before us all?" said one.