Sundown's face was expressionless. "Guess you made the mistake, Billy.
I thought you was--dead."

"Not on your tin-type, Sun."

"I never thought you was crooked, Billy."

"Crooked!" flashed Corliss. "Say, you--you forget it. I'm here to get
what's coming to me. Jack turned me down, so I'm going to take what's
mine."

"Mebby it's yours, but you ain't gettin' it right," said Sundown.
"I--I--never thought you was--"

"Oh, cut that out! You didn't used to be so dam' particular."

"I never swiped a cent in me life, Billy."

"Well, forget it. I'm in a hurry. You go ahead and get the chuck.
Here are the keys to the store-room--and beat it. Just forget that you
saw me; that's all."

Sundown shook his head. "I ain't forgettin' that easy, Billy. 'Sides,
I'm workin' for the Concho, now. They're treatin' me fine--and I
reckon I got to be square."

"You mean you're going to squeal--going back on your old pal, eh?"

Sundown's face expressed conflicting emotions. He straightened his
lean shoulders. "I tell you, Billy; if you beat it now, they won't be