And that gave me an idea.

I don't know," he went on, regarding the Colonel with gloomy doubt, "as you'll think it was much; I don't know as you wouldn't call it a d----d fool idea, but I got it all the same." He stopped, hesitated, and went on.

"You see this man, Frisbee or Jeffcourt, was my pardner.

We were good friends up to the killing, and then he drove me hard.

I think I told you he drove me hard,--didn't I?
Well, he did.