Now let's look at this deal--each from his own side of the fence.

An' each actin' up to his own lights! You do what your conscience dictates, always thinkin' of Collie--not of yourself! An' I'll live up to my principles.

Can we do more ?" "No, indeed, Wade, we can't," replied Moore, eloquently.
"Well, then, here's my hand.

I've talked too much, I reckon.

An' the time for talkin' is past." In silence Moore gripped the hand held out to him, trying to read Wade's mind, apparently once more uplifted and strengthened by that which he could not divine.
* * * * * Wade's observations during the following week brought forth the fact that Jack Belllounds was not letting any grass grow under his feet.