Mebby Jack don't jest love him--but Jack ain't been
losin' any time since you been gone."
Corliss flushed. "I suppose I don't know that! But he hasn't seen the
last of me yet."
"If I had what's comin' to you, you bet I wouldn't work on no
cattle-ranch, either. I'd sure hire a law-shark and find out where I
got off."
Fadeaway's suggestion had its intended effect. The younger man knew
that an appeal to the law would be futile so long as he chose to ignore
that clause in the will which covered the contingency he was
illustrating by his conduct. Fadeaway again cautioned him as he became
loud in his invective against his brother. The cowboy, while posing as
friend and adviser, was in reality working out a subtle plan of his
own, a plan of which Corliss had not the slightest inkling.
"And the Concho's makin' good," said Fadeaway, helping himself to a
drink. He shoved the bottle toward Corliss. "Take a little
'Forget-it,' Billy. That's her! Here's to what's yours!" They drank
together. The cowboy rolled a cigarette, tilted back his chair, and
puffed thoughtfully. "Yes, she's makin' good.
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