"Say, you make me mad. Was there ever such a feller looking for sharps
to play him? How do you know I'm not out to beat you? Why, I could
roll you for every dollar you possess without lying awake five minutes
at night. It's not fair, Bud. It's not fair to me--to you--to your
little Nan----"
"What's not fair to Nan?"
Bud's twinkling eyes shot round upon the open French window with an
alertness scarcely to be expected in a man of such apparent mental
indolence. Jeffrey's eyes cleared of their hot impatience as they
sought a similar direction. The gaze of both men encountered the
picture of a brown-eyed, brown-haired girl of exquisite proportions,
standing framed in the open window. She was clad in a riding suit of
light material, with a long-skirted coat which obviously concealed the
divided skirt beneath. Her long, brown top boots were white with dust
of the trail, and her vicious-looking Mexican spurs hung loosely upon
her heels. Her eyes were bright with intelligence and good humor, and
her pretty oval face smiled out from under the wide brim of an ample
prairie hat.
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