"How about it?" he shouted.
"D'you have anything to do with this?"
"Oh, just a leetle."
"Well, you won't be sorry."
"Course not. What'd I tell ye, son? You go in now an' dig it out. And say, Jason—" He pulled his horse in and spoke seriously: "Keep away from town till little Aaron gets over his spree. You don't know it, but that boy is a fine feller when he's sober. Don't you shoot first now. So long."
The next day Jason ran upon Babe Honeycutt shambling up the creek. Babe was fearless and cordial, and Jason had easily guessed why.
"Babe, my mammy told you something."
The giant hesitated, started to lie, but nodded assent.
"You haven't told anybody else?"
"Nary a livin' soul."