2/30 Mebbe my besettin' sin will go operatin' in spite of my good intentions. In which case there'll be--" His pause was significant. He grinned, and his brown eyes danced with a kind of wild humor. "Say, I haven't owned a two-bit piece since--wal, fer some time." "I'll furnish money for grub," returned Duane. "And for whisky, too, providing you hurry back here--without making trouble." "Shore you're a downright good pard," declared Stevens, in admiration, as he took the money. |