“I mus’ have baby, please.” It was Mrs. Mostano’s voice.
Brick turned his head and grinned at Harp.
“You want the baby, eh?” questioned Brick. “Who’s with yuh?”
“Nobody with me. I want baby.”
“Uh-huh!”
Brick motioned Harp to come over beside him and they backed close to the wall.
“If she ain’t alone, smoke out of ’em, Harp,” whispered Brick.
“I wouldn’t let her in,” declared Harp. “To with the whole gang, Brick.”
“I’d rather be shot than to listen to that yowlin’ all night. Get set, cowboy.”
Brick reached over and lifted the bar off the slots, letting the door swing open. For a moment there was silence, then the half-breed woman poked her head inside. Her eyes bored into Brick’s face, but his grin reassured her and she stepped inside.