He was not a Texan; in truth, Duane did not recognize one of these outlaws as native to his state.
"I'm Bland," said the tall man, authoritatively.

"Who're you and what're you doing here ?" Duane looked at Bland as he had at the others.

This outlaw chief appeared to be reasonable, if he was not courteous.

Duane told his story again, this time a little more in detail.
"I believe you," replied Bland, at once.

"Think I know when a fellow is lying." "I reckon you're on the right trail," put in Euchre.