"Oh—nothing. I was just wondering…"
"Want to send any word to Jack?" asked the cowboy.
"No, I don't. Thanks, just the same, Fade."
"Sure! Well, I guess I'll be goin'."
"Wait a minute. Don't be in a rush. I was thinking…"
Fadeaway strode to the window and stood looking out on the street. His apparent indifference was effective.
"Say, Fade, do you think we could—could get away with it?"
"With what?" exclaimed the cowboy, turning.
"Oh, you know! What you said yesterday."
"Guess I said a whole lot yesterday that I forgot this mornin'. I get to joshin' when I'm drinkin' bug-juice. What you gettin' at?"