"He's a man, every bit of him, a fine, clean man." Long laughed hoarsely.
"He's got your goat all right." "And yours," she flashed back.
"I could tell you things about him.

Saxon, straight, he ain't no good.
If I was to tell you--" "You'd better get out of my way," she interrupted, "or I'll tell him, and you know what you'll get, you great big bully." Long shuffled uneasily, then reluctantly stepped aside.
"You're a caution," he said, half admiringly.
"So's Billy Roberts," she laughed, and continued on her way.

After half a dozen steps she stopped.

"Say," she called.
The big blacksmith turned toward her with eagerness.
"About a block back," she said, "I saw a man with hip disease.

You might go and beat him up." Of one extravagance Saxon was guilty in the course of the brief engagement period.