“After you was so damn’ sure that Nolan would cave in and tell what he knew.”
“Most anybody would, with a shotgun against their back. It wasn’t my fault that somebody hit Terry over the head. Nolan would have told.”
They argued a while longer, and Marsh decided to go to bed.
“Well, I’m going back to town,” said Della.
“Want me to go with yuh?” asked Van Deen.
“Just get my horse for me, Butch.”
“I guess you better leave the country,” said Marsh angrily.
“Yes?” Della lifted her pencilled eyebrows. “And where will I go, and who pays the freight?”
“I’m about through paying the freight.”
“You are, eh?” Della laughed shortly. “That’s fine. But just remember that you haven’t started yet, Marsh. I don’t know where the Lost Trail is located, but I know other things.”