"I suppose it means that the collection will be deferred," Morgon said, grinning over the city marshal's easy cut to generosity.
"Indefinitely postponed," said Conboy, gloomily. "I'm goin' to put all my good cigars in the safe, and do it right now."
"Here's something you may put in the safe for me, too," said Morgan, handing over his pocketbook.
"Ain't you goin' to leave town?" Conboy asked, hand stayed hesitantly to take the purse.
"I've got an appointment with Judge Thayer to look at a piece of land in the morning," Morgan returned.
"Well, keep out enough to buy a gun, two of 'em if you're a double-handed man," Conboy counseled.
"I've got what I need," said Morgan, putting the purse in Conboy's hand.
"I'd say for you to take a walk out to Judge Thayer's and stay all night with him, but them fellers will be around here a couple of weeks, I expect—till the rest of the outfit comes back for their horses. Just one night away wouldn't do you any good."
"I couldn't think of it," said Morgan, coldly.
"You know your business, I guess," Conboy yielded, doubtfully, "but don't play your luck too far. You made a good grab when you took that feller's gun away from him, but you can't grab eight guns."