"Guess I said a whole lot yesterday that I forgot this mornin'. I get
to joshin' when I'm drinkin' bug-juice. What you gettin' at?"

"The money--at the Concho."

"Oh, that! Why, Billy, I was jest stringin' you! Supposin' somebody
was to make a try for it; there's Chance like to be prowlin' around and
the safe ain't standin' open nights. Besides, Jack sleeps next to the
office. That was a josh."

"Well, I could handle Chance," said Corliss. "And I know the
combination to the safe, if it hasn't been changed. You said Jack was
likely to be away nights, now."

Fadeaway shook his head. "You're dreamin', Bill. 'Sides, I wouldn't
touch a job like that for less'n five hundred."

"Would you--for five hundred?"

"I dunno. Depends on who I was ridin' with."

"Well, I'll divvy up--give you five hundred if you'll come in on it."

Again Fadeaway shook his head. "It's too risky, Billy. 'Course you
mean all right--but I reckon you ain't got nerve enough to put her
through."

"I haven't!" flashed Corliss. "Try me!"

"And make a get-away," continued the cowboy. "I wouldn't want to see