I don't myself fancy these pecuniary fashions of settling wrongs,--but go on." "I wrote her," continued Corbin, "that her son was dead, but that he and me had some interests together in a claim, and that I was very glad to know where to send her what would be his share every month.

I thought it no use to tell her I killed him,--may be she might refuse to take it.

I sent her a hundred dollars every month since.

Sometimes it's been pretty hard sleddin' to do it, for I ain't rich; sometimes I've had to borrow the money, but I reckoned that I was only paying for my share in this here business of his bein' dead, and I did it." "And I understand you that this Jeffcourt really had no interest in your claim ?" Corbin looked at him in dull astonishment.

"Not a cent, of course; I thought I told you that.