“A thousand dollars,” replied Nan.
“Don’t sign it. This will hasn’t been probated yet.”
“That makes no difference,” said Baggs hotly. “Everything is in order, as far as the will is concerned.”
“It’s never in order until the court passes on it, Baggs.”
Baggs got to his feet, his lean jaws working violently.
“Just what right have you to advise this woman, Ayres?”
“I’m her foreman, Baggs. She don’t know much about this business. She ain’t got no more right to sign that cheque than I have, and you know it.”
“Do you mean to say that I’ve got to wait another month, until court opens again, before I can get my just fees from this case?” Baggs laughed shortly. “What do you know about the law, Ayres?”
“Plenty. You take my advice and get off this ranch.”
Baggs almost exploded with wrath. “Me get off? Off this ranch?”