She intimated to me that she
loved some feller, but that she never intended to marry anybody. I'm
no fool. I know who she meant. Look here!" Bates suddenly rose to
his feet. His face was both white and red in splotches. He grasped
the back of his chair with both his hands and leaned on it. "I've
heard o' your doings over the mountain. She hain't no kin to me, but
I'll tell you one thing right now, Westerfelt, she's a good girl, an'
if you trifle with her feelings you'll have me to whip ur get a licking
yorese'f. I'm talking straight now, man to man."
Westerfelt rose, and the two men stood side by side, each staring into
the other's face.
"Don't be a fool," said Westerfelt, after a slight pause; "don't meddle
with what don't concern you," and he turned and left the room. He had
never allowed a man to threaten him in that sort of way, but he was in
no frame of mind to quarrel. Besides, there was something in the
lawyer's defence of Harriet that made him like the fellow.
He was about to cross the street to the stable when he saw Harriet come
out of the hotel and trip along the sidewalk towards the store.
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