'"
"You don't think faces lie, do you?"
"I've seen them that did, but, gen'rally speaking, tongues are a
heap likelier to get tangled with the truth. But I reckon there
ain't any doubt about Bannister. He's known over all this Western
country."
The young woman sighed. "I'm afraid you're right."
CHAPTER 5. THE DANCE AT FRASER'S
"Heard tell yet of the dance over to Fraser's?"
He was a young man of a brick red countenance and he wore loosely
round his neck the best polka dot silk handkerchief that could be
bought in Gimlet Butte, also such gala attire as was usually
reserved only for events of importance. Sitting his horse
carelessly in the plainsman's indolent fashion, he asked his
question of McWilliams in front of the Lazy D bunkhouse.
"Nope. When does the shindig come off?"
"Friday night. Big thing. Y'u want to be there. All y'u lads."
"Mebbe some of us will ride over."
He of the polka dot kerchief did not appear quite satisfied. His
glance wandered toward the house, as it had been doing
occasionally since the moment of his arrival.
"Y'u bet this dance is ace high, Mac. Fancy costumes and masks.
Y'u can rent the costumes over to Slauson's for three per.
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