"It concerns the lady you're sweet on, an' the ranger you ain't sweet on." Sampson jumped up.

"Russ, had Diane gone out to meet Steele ?" he asked angrily.
"Sure she had," I replied.
I thought Wright would choke.

He was thick-necked anyway, and the gush of blood made him tear at the soft collar of his shirt.

Both men were excited now, moving about, beginning to rouse.

I awaited my chance, patient, cold, all my feelings shut in the vise of my will.
"How do you know she met Steele ?" demanded Sampson.
"I was there.