To show you how I know, it was Lew you shot on the ridge that night.

His rheumatism was caused by your bullet that nicked his shoulder.

So you see what sort we are--go.

Don't wait--go now." Bud looked up, and there was Honey leaning over the counter, smiling at him.
"Well, how much is it ?" she teased when she saw he had discovered her.
Bud drew a line across the note and added imaginary columns of figures, his hat-brim hiding his face.
"Over eleven thousand dollars," he announced, and twisted the paper in his fingers while he went over to her.

"Almost enough to start housekeeping!" Honey blushed and leaned to look for something which she pretended to have dropped and Bud seized the opportunity to tuck the paper out of sight.