Kate's going to have her hands full while I'm gone, if--" "She sure will, Ches, unless you get somebody here you can depend on," was the way in which Ford made his opportunity.

"You've got the idea, somehow, that cutting out whisky is like getting rid of a mean horse.
It's something you don't--" "Oh, don't go worrying over that, no more," Mason expostulated hastily.
"Forget it.

That's the quickest cure; try Christian Science dope on it.
The more you worry about it, the more--" "But wait till I tell you! That day I went to town, and you came on home, I got drunk as a fool, Ches.

I don't know what all I did, but I know--" "Well, I know--more about it than you do, I reckon," Mason cut in dryly.
"I was told five different times, by one stranger and four of these here trouble-peddlin' friends that clutter the country.

That's all right, Ford.