“How’s the li’l’ lady?” he asked in his high falsetto, after Mollie had walked down the passage with him.
“She’s a mighty sick girl. Pneumonia, likely.”
“Tell doc not to let her die. If he needs another doctor some of us’ll h-hustle over to Glenwood an’ g-get one. Say, Mrs. Gillespie, I reckon there’s gonna be trouble in town to-night.”
She said nothing, but her blue eyes questioned him.
Blister’s next sentence sent her moving toward the saloon.
CHAPTER XIII
BEAR CAT ASKS QUESTIONS
A man bow-legged into Gillespie’s and went straight to the bar. “Gimme a drink—something damned hot,” he growled.