"Oh, it's not that bad. I know what I'm doing."
"You will cause these cowboys to lose a lot more money."
"Not at all. When Culver arrives—"
"Oh, that is what I want to talk over with you," Mrs. Keap broke in, nervously.
"Then it isn't about the foot-race? You are not angry?" Speed brightened amazingly.
"I'm not exactly angry; I'm surprised and grieved. Of course, I can't forgive deceit—I dare say I am more particular than most people."
"But you won't tell?" Mrs. Keap indicated in some subtle manner that she was not above making terms, whereupon her companion declared, warmly: "I'm yours for life! Ask me for my watch, my right eye, anything! I'll give it to you!"
"I assure you I sha'n't ask anything so important as that, but I shall ask a favor."
"Name it and it is yours!" Speed wrung the hand she offered.
"And perhaps I can do more than keep silent—although I don't see what good it will do. Perhaps I can help your suit."