"No."
"Maudie's a little bit of All Right," said the patient. The Big Chimney men assented, but with sudden misgiving.
"What was that job ye said ye were wantin' me forr?"
"Oh, Maudie's got a friend of hers to fix it up."
"Fix what up?" demanded Potts.
"Little postscript to my will."
Mac jerked his head at the nurse. With that clear sight of dying eyes the Colonel understood. A meaner spirit would have been galled at the part those "Louisville Instructions" had been playing, but cheap cynicism was not in the Colonel's line. He knew the awful pinch of life up here, and he thought no less of his comrades for asking that last service of getting them home. But it was the day of the final "clean-up" for the Colonel; he must not leave misapprehension behind.
"I wanted Maudie to have my Minóok claim——"
"Got a Minóok claim o' my own."
"So I've left it to be divided——"