"Besides, you'll lose Ferris soon.

He's slated to marry Alice Worthington, I hear." The smoking-table between them went over with a crash as Clayton sprang to his feet.
"Impossible!" cried the cashier.

"Ferris never told me anything of it." "Certainly not," calmly replied Jack Witherspoon, as Clayton busied himself with the wreck and ruin.

"It's not in his game to do anything but hoodwink you.

What did he tell you now of this Western trip ?" Clayton frankly unbosomed himself to his visitor, pacing up and down in a sudden indignation.
"All that story of Miss Worthington's illness is mere moonshine," confidently answered the Western lawyer.