"Hain't been there long, I reckon?"
"Not so very long, I believe."
"Is he a young fellow?"
"Yes, not more than twenty-one or twenty-two."
"Is he Hen's pal?"
"And we can hear of him at this saloon?"
"Yes."
"He's got a lady friend in New York, hasn't he?"
"I—I believe so," faltered poor Sadie.
"Know her name?"