"The hell!"
"It is; but it's true."
"It ain't possible. Sally ain't the kind to make a fool of herself about any man, let alone a gun-fighter."
"That's what I thought, but I seen her back up this Bard ag'in' a roomful of men. And she'll keep on backin' him till he's got his toes turned up."
"That's another reason for you to get Bard, eh? Well, I can't send you after him, Nash. That's final."
"Not a bit. I know too much about you, Glendin."
The glance of the other raised slowly, fixed on Nash, and then lowered to the floor. He produced papers and Durham, rolled and lighted his cigarette, and inhaled a long puff.
"So that's the game, Steve?"
"I hate to do it."
"Let that go. You'll run the limit on this?"