"I reckon I'll go now," she said simply. She passed through the door to the canvas-covered schooner outside.
A breathless but momentary silence was broken by Cheyenne Harry.
"I know it, boys, I know it," he protested. "Don't say a word. Frosty, trot out the nose paint."
Billy was fuming.
"Hell of a way to do!" he muttered. "Nice hospitable way to welkim a lady! Lovely idee she gets of this camp!"
Harry turned on him slowly. "What's it to yuh?" he asked malevolently. "What's it to yuh, eh? I want to know! Who let you in this, anyway?"
He thrust his head forward at Billy.
"For the love of Peter the Hermit, shut up, you fellows!" cried Jack Graham. "Don't make ever-lasting fools of yourselves. That girl can take care of herself without any of your help, Billy; and it served you dead right, Harry, and you know it."
"That's right, Billy," said several.
Harry growled sulkily in his glass. "Ain't I knowin' it?" he objected. "Ain't I payin' fer this drink because I know it? But I ain't goin' t' have any ranikahoo ijit like Billy Knapp rubbin' it in."