“You think they’re runnin’ ’em out this end of the valley, Mac?”
“Priest hates yuh, don’t he? They’re not goin’ over the West Fork pass, and the boys have been watchin’ the Trapper Creek pass. Jack Silver is friendly to Buck Priest. By ⸺, I’d wipe out that whole ⸺ gang.”
“There’s a lady present,” said Reber coldly.
“I forgot,” said McLeese. “Anyway, I don’t think this is any place for a woman.”
“I asked her to be here,” said Reber. “When I want yore opinion on that I’ll ask for it, McLeese!”
“I’m jist wonderin’ if McLeese’s idea ain’t worth quite a lot, at that,” said Jackson. “I don’t mean about the lady, but about Priest and Silver. We’ve tried to trap Silver a lot of times, but he’s too much Injun to be trapped.”
“He’s smart,” said McLeese.
“Too smart for you, eh?” asked Reber.
“Oh, I dunno,” flared McLeese.
“You haven’t landed him, and that’s the answer,” said Reber. “He’s too smart. He thinks twice while you’re thinkin’ once. And you object to this lady being here. She’s got more sense in a minute than you’ll ever show, McLeese.”