A strong, ponderous cast of thought seemed to emanate from his features.

Dale divined that Beasley's next step would be to further his advancement by some word or hint.
"Widow Cass was tellin' me all the news.

Too bad about old Al," replied Dale.
"Sure is.

He's done for.

An' I'm sorry--though Al's never been square--" "Beasley," interrupted Dale, quickly, "you can't say that to me.