He does some queer things.

Perhaps he's getting a swelled head.

Well, whatever his intentions, his presence around Mercer is enough for us.

Duane, you hit the road and put some miles between you the amiable Captain before daylight.

To-morrow I'll go out there and ask him what in the devil he meant." "That messenger he sent--he was a ranger," said Duane.
"Sure he was, and a nervy one! It must have taken sand to come bracing you that way.