Corliss looking somewhat like his former self in respectable raiment.
"John," he said as they entered the room again, "you've always been a
good old stand-by, ever since we were kids. I guess I got in bad this
time, but I'm going to quit. I don't want to go back to the
Concho--you know why. If you'll give me some dough I'll take care of
myself. Just forget what I said about my share of the money."

"Wait till morning," said Corliss. "I'll take the room next, here, and
if you get to feeling bad, call me."

"All right, Jack. I'll cut it out. Maybe I will go back to the
Concho; I don't know."

"Wish you would, Will. You'll get on your feet. There's plenty to do
and we're short-handed. Think it over."

"Does--Nell--ever say anything?" queried the brother.

"She talks about you often. Yesterday we were talking about you. I
told her what Sundown said about--"

"Sundown?"

"Forgot about him. He drifted in a few months ago. I met up with him
at the water-hole ranch. He was broke and looking for work. Gave him
a job cooking, and he made good. He told me that he used to have a pal
named Will Corliss--"

"And Sundown's at the Concho! I never told him where I lived."