‘Well, it looks as though you owned somethin’, Dave.’
‘I suppose so. As long as there’s no will——’
‘Who the hell says there ain’t?’ demanded Napoleon.
And thus Napoleon became the center of attraction. He had been so long with the 6X6 that it might be possible he did know something of interest. Dave Morgan glared at him, but Napoleon was too drunk to mind a glare.
‘What are you talkin’ about?’ demanded Dave.
‘What do you know about it?’ countered Napoleon. He almost lost his derby in giving his head a quick jerk.
‘What about a will, Nap?’ asked Fairweather.
‘Oh, thasall right,’ muttered Napoleon foolishly.
‘Did yuh ever see a will?’ asked Spike.
‘I’ve seen a lot of ’em.’