"Sure!" At Raish's threatening gesture she modified the assertion. "In a sort of way!"
"The only sort of way he ever will be, you bet your boots," Raish flung back as, hands in pockets, he swaggered off.
"What is your name?" Scarlett asked the girl.
"Gelly!"
"Your full name? Gelly what?"
"Ah, now you're gettin' too familiar!" Sidling closer she remarked, approvingly: "Say, you're an awful pretty boy!"
"Stand off!" As the girl shrank back, cowering, he added more gently: "Go home to your parents!"
"My home! My parents! Aw, that's a good un! Ma sloped with a faro dealer from 'Frisco, and pop's turned me out!"
"Poor child! You must get away from this district! I will send you down to a mission, where good women will care for you!"
"A mission? No, sirree! Too slow fer me!" Gelly moved away, humming a ditty popular in low-class music-halls of the locality.