"Ain't yuh kind o' takin' chances," the young woman mildly inquired, "blowin' into a privut house where yuh ain't been askt?"
"I'm going to take more than chances!" retorted Keudell.
"Ain't he the ol' cut-up!" cooed the derisive Sadie. But her mockery had small effect on Keudell.
"You know what I came for," he deliberately announced.
"For to git your hand read?" asked the innocent-eyed Sadie.
Her evasiveness seemed too much for Keudell's patience. He turned away from her and confronted the watchful-eyed Dorgan.
"I want those papers," he quietly announced.
"I haven't got 'em," retorted the man with his back to the wall, "and you wouldn't get them if I had 'em!"
It was Sadie who cut in before Keudell could speak again.
"Don't yuh let this pink-eye buffalo yuh into sayin' or doin' what yuh don't wantta!" she shrilled out, with a sudden show of anger. "For he's goin' to git outta here, and git out quick, or he'll be took out!"
