"I don't understand you.

But whatever just claims you have upon my husband will be paid by me, or by his lawyer, Captain Poindexter." She had lost the sympathy but not the respect of her hearers.

They made way for her with sullen deference as she passed out on the platform.
But her adversary, profiting by the last opportunity, burst into an ironical laugh.
"Captain Poindexter, is it?
Well, perhaps he's safe to pay _your_ bill; but as for your husband's"-- "That's another matter," interrupted a familiar voice with the greatest cheerfulness; "that's what you were going to say, wasn't it?
Ha! ha! Well, Mrs.Patterson," continued Poindexter, stepping from his buggy, "you never spoke a truer word in your life .-- One moment, Mrs.Tucker.
Let me send you back in the buggy.

Don't mind _me_.

I can get a fresh horse of the sheriff.