"Hm! Yes. The kind of good looks I'd sooner see in another man's
wife than mine."

"So that's the gait, is it?"

"Hm! well, it don't seem to be. She come here with that
reputation. But there's been general disappointment."

"Then she ain't lacked suitors any?"

"Lacked! Are you acquainted with cow-boys?"

"And she disappointed 'em? Maybe she likes her husband?"

"Hm! well, how are you to tell about them silent kind?"

"Talking of conductors," began the drummer. And we listened to
his anecdote. It was successful with his audience; but when he
launched fluently upon a second I strolled out. There was not
enough wit in this narrator to relieve his indecency, and I felt
shame at having been surprised into laughing with him.

I left that company growing confidential over their leering
stories, and I sought the saloon. It was very quiet and orderly.
Beer in quart bottles at a dollar I had never met before; but
saving its price, I found no complaint to make of it. Through
folding doors I passed from the bar proper with its bottles and
elk head back to the hall with its various tables. I saw a man
sliding cards from a case, and across the table from him another
man laying counters down. Near by was a second dealer pulling