Honey described the trouble on the street between Kelsey and Rich, in which Kelsey was wounded. He also told them how the cowboys hid out to keep from being sworn in to follow the fugitive. This interested Sleepy.
“Sounds like there was some reg’lar boys around here,” he said.
“Oh, the boys like Joe,” grinned Honey. “You’d like him.”
“I dunno. Any man that ain’t got no more sense than to get drunk and miss a chance of a wife like that dark-haired girl ain’t very much of a feller. Or the blonde one.”
“The blonde one is my girl,” said Honey softly.
Sleepy reached impulsively across the table and shook hands with Honey, who looked foolish.
“I’m glad yuh told me,” said Sleepy seriously. “Prob’ly save me a lot of heartaches. She’s a dinger.”
Hashknife shoved back from the table, thanking Wong Lee for his hospitality.
“Velly good,” Wong Lee bobbed his head. “No tlouble. You come some mo’.”
“Mebbe we will, Wong.”