Bland always trusted me, an’ liked me, too, I reckon. I hated to lie black thet way. But he’s a hard man with bad intentions toward Jennie, an’ I’d double-cross him any day.

“Then we went into the house. Jennie had gone to her little room, an’ Bland called her to come out. She said she was undressin’. An’ he ordered her to put her clothes back on. Then, Buck, his next move was some surprisin’. He deliberately thronged a gun on Kate. Yes sir, he pointed his big blue Colt right at her, an’ he says:

“‘I’ve a mind to blow out your brains.’

“‘Go ahead,’ says Kate, cool as could be.

“‘You lied to me,’ he roars.

“Kate laughed in his face. Bland slammed the gun down an’ made a grab fer her. She fought him, but wasn’t a match fer him, an’ he got her by the throat. He choked her till I thought she was strangled. Alloway made him stop. She flopped down on the bed an’ gasped fer a while. When she come to them hardshelled cusses went after her, trying to make her give herself away. I think Bland was jealous. He suspected she’d got thick with you an’ was foolin’ him. I reckon thet’s a sore feelin’ fer a man to have–to guess pretty nice, but not to BE sure. Bland gave it up after a while. An’ then he cussed an’ raved at her. One sayin’ of his is worth pinnin’ in your sombrero: ‘It ain’t nuthin’ to kill a man. I don’t need much fer thet. But I want to KNOW, you hussy!’

“Then he went in an’ dragged poor Jen out. She’d had time to dress. He was so mad he hurt her sore leg. You know Jen got thet injury fightin’ off one of them devils in the dark. An’ when I seen Bland twist her–hurt her–I had a queer hot feelin’ deep down in me, an’ fer the only time in my life I wished I was a gun-fighter.

“Wal, Jen amazed me. She was whiter’n a sheet, an’ her eyes were big and stary, but she had nerve. Fust time I ever seen her show any.

“‘Jennie,’ he said, ‘my wife said Duane came here to see you. I believe she’s lyin’. I think she’s been carryin’ on with him, an’ I want to KNOW.