“Can Ollie come in for her dower rights in case the court lets Isom’s will stand?”
“That is a question,” replied the judge, deliberating at his pause and sucking in his cheeks, “which will have to be decided.” 306
“Does he favor Isom any?” asked Sol.
“Who?” queried the judge.
“Isom’s boy.”
“There doubtless is some resemblance–it is only natural that there should be a resemblance between father and son,” nodded the judge. “But as for myself, I cannot say.”
“You ain’t seen him, heh?” said Sol, eyeing him sharply.
“Not exactly,” allowed the judge.
“Land o’ Moab!” said Sol.
They rode on another eighty rods without a word between them.