“It strikes me you 'ain't,” replied Anson.
“You won't hear me make any so long as I'm treated decent,” said Bo. “I don't know what you've got to do with Riggs. He ran me down—roped me—dragged me to your camp. Now I've a hunch you're waiting for Beasley.”
“Girl, your hunch 's correct,” said Anson.
“Well, do you know I'm the wrong girl?”
“What's thet? I reckon you're Nell Rayner, who got left all old Auchincloss's property.”
“No. I'm Bo Rayner. Nell is my sister. She owns the ranch. Beasley wanted her.”
Anson cursed deep and low. Under his sharp, bristling eyebrows he bent cunning green eyes upon Riggs.
“Say, you! Is what this kid says so?”
“Yes. She's Nell Rayner's sister,” replied Riggs, doggedly.
“A-huh! Wal, why in the hell did you drag her into my camp an' off up here to signal Beasley? He ain't wantin' her. He wants the girl who owns the ranch. Did you take one fer the other—same as thet day we was with you?”