"Delia, you say?"
"That's it and all of it; she didn't say who she was or where she was from; but down below here a fellow that was following her down sure got his! Whisky Williams found him on that long sandbar above Slough Neck, on the east side. He had a bullet through him, and he was crazy. Delia's got his motorboat and her own boat, too, but that's all anybody knows."
"Sort of a pirate lady, eh?"
"Well, if I was young, and a feller, and good looking, I might think so, and again I might not. She's down toward Plum Point, with Mrs. Mahna now. If what ails you is a girl, and you wanted to forget her, I'd sure get to see Delia, yes, I would! Course, what she thinks of your looks would count, too. A lady don't have to be nice to a man down thisaway if she don't want to. That's one advantage. If he don't mind his own business and she shoots him—all right."
"I hadn't noticed any river girls." Murdong shook his head. "They sound interesting from your description."
"They're as int'resting as they sound, too," Mrs. Haney declared.
"There's only one thing that makes more murders down the Mississippi than whisky," Jesse observed, judicially, "that's women!"
