She's in for a real big thing, I believe.

A telegram came to the telegraph station after I left last trip, and young Jack Sheehan, he brought it on after me--rode a hundred miles pretty well, to ketch me up.

He reckoned she was coming in for a hundred thousand pounds.

I wouldn't mind marryin' her meself, if it's true; plenty worse-looking sorts than her about.

What do you think, eh, Mister ?" addressing Considine.
"Marry her, and be blowed," said that worthy, sociably; and the driver stiffened and refused to talk further on the subject.
Meanwhile the three discussed the matter in low tones.