Are you watched–kept prisoner?”

“No. I could have run off lots of times. But I was afraid. I’d only have fallen into worse hands. Euchre has told me that. Mrs. Bland beats me, half starves me, but she has kept me from her husband and these other dogs. She’s been as good as that, and I’m grateful. She hasn’t done it for love of me, though. She always hated me. And lately she’s growing jealous. There was’ a man came here by the name of Spence–so he called himself. He tried to be kind to me. But she wouldn’t let him. She was in love with him. She’s a bad woman. Bland finally shot Spence, and that ended that. She’s been jealous ever since. I hear her fighting with Bland about me. She swears she’ll kill me before he gets me. And Bland laughs in her face. Then I’ve heard Chess Alloway try to persuade Bland to give me to him. But Bland doesn’t laugh then. Just lately before Bland went away things almost came to a head. I couldn’t sleep. I wished Mrs. Bland would kill me. I’ll certainly kill myself if they ruin me. Duane, you must be quick if you’d save me.”

“I realize that,” replied he, thoughtfully. “I think my difficulty will be to fool Mrs. Bland. If she suspected me she’d have the whole gang of outlaws on me at once.”

“She would that. You’ve got to be careful–and quick.”

“What kind of woman is she?” inquired Duane.

“She’s–she’s brazen. I’ve heard her with her lovers.