“Yes—sure.”
The elder man’s face flushed painfully. It was a curious sight. He looked as stupidly guilty as any schoolboy.
“I—I can’t say. I never asked.” He felt absurdly foolish and tried to explain. “You see, I only dealt with the lawyer.”
Buck shook his head, and smiled in his slow fashion.
“Sold the farm, an’ don’t know who to! Gee!”
It was good to hear his laugh as he rode away. The Padre watched him till he was out of sight.