There ain't any Charlie, except Charlie Werner; she wouldn't mean him, do yuh s'pose ?" "Charlie Werner?
Hunh! Say, Pop, she ain't no squaw--is she, Loney ?" Sid Sterling remonstrated.
"If I can read brands," Lone testified, "she's no girl of Bob's.

She's a good, honest girl when she ain't crazy." "And no good, honest girl who is not crazy could possibly be a girl of mine! Is that the idea, Lone ?" Lone turned unhurriedly and looked at young Bob Warfield standing in the stable door with his hands in his trousers pockets and his pipe in his mouth.
"That ain't the argument.

Pop, here, was wondering if she was another heart-ballum girl of yours," Lone grinned unabashed.

"I don't know such a hell of a lot about heart-balm ladies, Bob.

I ain't a millionaire.