you, an' win money from you? Did he keep it?" he finally blurted, his face flushed a deeper red from anger.
She nodded. "Why, yes; why?"
He looked around for his sombrero, muttering savagely.
"Where you goin'?" she asked in surprise.
"To get it back. He ain't goin' to keep it, th' coyote!"
"Why, he won't give it back to you if he would n't to me. Anyhow, he won it."
"Won it!" he snapped. "He stole it, that's how much he won it. He 'll give it back or get shot."
"Now look here," she said, quickly. "You ain't goin' gunnin' for no friend of mine. If you want to get that money for me, an' I certainly can use it about now, you got to try some other way. Say! Why don't you win it from him?" she exulted. "That's th' way—get it back th' way it went."
He weighed her words and a grin slowly crept across his face. "Why, I reckon you called it,
