"Not as long as she's in it; no sir! Whether it's really hers, or she's only keeping house for Poindexter, she's a fixture, you bet.

They are a team when they pull together, they are!" The smile slowly faded from Tucker's face, that now looked quite rigid in the moonlight.

He put down his glass and walked to the window as Patterson gloomily continued: "But that's nothing to you.

You've got ahead of 'em both, and had your revenge by going off with the gal.
That's what I said all along.

When folks--specially women folks--wondered how you could leave a woman like your wife, and go off with a scallawag like that gal, I allers said they'd find out there was a reason.