The cowboy evidently had something to say in confidence. Corliss
followed him to one of the tables.

"It's this way," began the cowboy. "You're sore at Jack. Now Jack's
got friends here and it won't help you any to let 'em know you're sore
at him. I ain't feelin' like kissin' him myself--right now. But I
ain't advertisin' it. What you want to do is--"

"What's that got to do with me?" interrupted Corliss.

Fadeaway laughed. "Nothin'--if you like. Only there's been doin's
since you lit out." And he paused to let the inference sink in.

"You mean--?"

"Look here, Billy. I been your friend ever since you was a kid. And
seein' you're kind of out of luck makes me sore--when I think what's
yours by rights. Mebby I'm ridin' over the line some to say it, but
from what I seen since you been gone, Jack ain't goin' to cry any if
you never come back. Old man Loring ain't goin' to live more'n a
thousand years. Mebby Jack don't jest love him--but Jack ain't been
losin' any time since you been gone."

Corliss flushed. "I suppose I don't know that! But he hasn't seen the
last of me yet."

"If I had what's comin' to you, you bet I wouldn't work on no
cattle-ranch, either. I'd sure hire a law-shark and find out where I
got off."