"I see that, Mister," muttered Lon.
"Are those children really yours?" Everett took out a cigar and lighted it.
"Yep," answered Lon, dropping his gaze.
Everett decided that the man had lied to him, and he was glad.
"I think you said you had some plans for the girl," he broke forth presently.
"Yep; but no plans be any good when she's with Shellington."
"But after she has left him? Would you be willing to change your plans for her?"
Cronk did not reply, but centered his gaze full upon Everett.
"The question is, would you, for a good sum of money, be willing to give her to me?"
"Why give her to ye, Mister—why?" His voice rose to a shout.