“She was his sister.”
“Oh! His sister.” Her voice was colorless. She observed him without appearing to do so. “Very pretty, I thought her. Didn't you?”
“Right nice looking. Had a sort of an expression made a man want to look at her again.”
“Yes.”
Innocently unaware that he was being pumped, he contributed more information. “And that game.”
“She was splendid. I can see her now opening the door in the face of the bullets.”
“Never a scream out of her either. Just as cool.”
“That is the quality men admire most, isn't it—courage?”
“I don't reckon that would come first. Course it wouldn't make a hit with a man to have a woman puling around all the time.”
“My kind, you mean.”