"What do you mean gang leader?"

"He's boss of his district, they say. Runs a gambling-house of his
own, I've heard. You can't prove it by me."

When Lindsay returned to his place he settled himself with a magazine
in a seat where he could see Kitty and her new friend. The very
vitality of the girl's young life was no doubt a temptation to this
man. The soft, rounded throat line, the oval cheek's rich coloring so
easily moved to ebb and flow, the carmine of the full red lips: every
detail helped to confirm the impression of a sensuous young creature,
innocent as a wild thing of the forests and as yet almost as
unspiritual. She was a child of the senses, and the man sitting beside
her was weighing and appraising her with a keen and hungry avidity.

Durand took the girl in to dinner with him and they sat not far from
Lindsay. Kitty was lost to any memory of those about her. She was
flirting joyously with a sense of newly awakened powers. The man from
Graham County, Arizona, felt uneasy in his mind. The girl was flushed
with fife. In a way she was celebrating her escape from the narrow
horizon in which she had lived. It was in the horoscope of her
temperament to run forward gayly to meet adventure, but when the man
opposite her ordered wine and she sipped it reluctantly with a little
grimace, the cowpuncher was of opinion that she was likely to get more
of this adventure than was good for her. In her unsophistication
danger lay. For she was plainly easily influenced, and in the beat of
her healthy young blood probably there was latent passion.

They left the diner before Clay. He passed them later in the vestibule