“How’re you goin’ to keep up the bluff with all those fellers? They’ll spot your lingo in a minute.”
Jacqueline waved the suggestion airily away.
“I read a book once,” she said, and her smile was very close to the grin of Jac During, now no more. “It told about an Eastern girl who came West an’ she was terrible thrilled about the Western men. She had a great lingo. I’ll stick by what she said.”
“What was it?”
“Mr. Carrigan, have you lived all your life in the West?”
“Sure.”
He started and stared at her.
“Is that part of the lingo?”
“I knew you had been all your life out here in these big open spaces. It makes you so much more real than the Eastern men.”
“Huh!” grunted Carrigan, and blinked rapidly.