“Oh, what can I do? I won't give up. I've been robbed. Can't the people help me? Must I meekly sit with my hands crossed while that half-breed thief—Oh, it's unbelievable!”
“I reckon you'll jest hev to be patient fer a few days,” said Roy, calmly. “It'll all come right in the end.”
“Roy! You've had this deal, as you call it, all worked out in mind for a long time!” exclaimed Helen.
“Shore, an' I 'ain't missed a reckonin' yet.”
“Then what will happen—in a few days?”
“Nell Rayner, are you goin' to hev some spunk an' not lose your nerve again or go wild out of your head?”
“I'll try to be brave, but—but I must be prepared,” she replied, tremulously.
“Wal, there's Dale an' Las Vegas an' me fer Beasley to reckon with. An', Miss Nell, his chances fer long life are as pore as his chances fer heaven!”
“But, Roy, I don't believe in deliberate taking of life,” replied Helen, shuddering. “That's against my religion. I won't allow it.... And—then—think, Dale, all of you—in danger!”
“Girl, how 're you ever goin' to help yourself? Shore you might hold Dale back, if you love him, an' swear you won't give yourself to him.... An' I reckon I'd respect your religion, if you was goin' to suffer through me.... But not Dale nor you—nor Bo—nor love or heaven or hell can ever stop thet cowboy Las Vegas!”