It was small
and without splendor and he knew at once from the character of its
belongings that it was a woman's room.
He sat up. His head throbbed, but touching it cautiously he knew that he
had sustained no serious injury. But he felt chagrin, and a lot of it.
Shepard had known that he was following him and had laid a trap, into
which he had walked without hesitation. The man, however, had spared his
life, although he could have killed him as easily as he had stunned him.
Then he laughed bitterly at himself. A duel between them, he had called
it! Shepard wouldn't regard it as much of a duel.
His head became so dizzy that he lay down again rather abruptly and began
to wonder. What was he doing in a woman's room, and who was the woman
and how had he got there? This would be a great joke for Dalton and
St. Clair and Happy Tom.
He was fully dressed, except for his boots, and he saw them standing
on the floor against the wall. He surveyed once more the immaculate
neatness of the room. It was certainly a woman's, and most likely that
of an old maid. He sat up again, but his head throbbed so fearfully that
he was compelled to lie down quickly. Shepard had certainly put a lot
in that right hand punch of his and he had obtained a considerable
percentage of revenge for his defeat in the river.
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