“I’d like to dance as well,” said Beatrice, who then pulled Lingham after T.W. to the raised area of the dance floor. Oswell, Godfrey, and Dicky stood for a moment silently watching the celebrants. “He knows we’ve been on the wrong side,” stated the rancher. The plump man nodded. “He does.” “That perilous anatomy of his companion may keep him occupied for the remainder of the event,” observed the gambler. “Let’s hope so.”
