“You are too willing to think ill of her, Tucker,” said Landray. “It may turn out all right, and then you will be the first to regret your haste.”
“Man, I know she's gone with him!” cried the tavernkeeper.
“Ain't he been hanging about here for days past, and all to get a word with her—I seen it!”
“Perhaps they've stopped somewhere on the way into town, they may have had a breakdown, or their horses may have run off,” suggested Benson.
“Run off? That team? No, sir! They have lit out together—damn her foolishness, and him just next door to nothing! I'll catch them yet, though! Jim! You Jim!” he bawled. The stableman appeared at the door.
“What do you want now, Tucker?” he asked.
“What I been wanting for the last half hour—a horse and fix!”
“That's what I'm trying to get for you, if you'd just leave off yelling for me,” said Jim.
But Tucker paid no heed to him, he was threatening again.
“When I catch up with them it will go hard with him! I'll learn him he can't run off with no wife of mine! You hear me? Him or me'll go down!”