"No more than Rutherford Wadley."
The Captain shot a swift slant look at this imperturbable young man. Was there a hidden meaning in that answer?
"What's the matter with Wadley? Does he expect you to let Ford run it over you? That ain't like Clint."
"He's likely listened to a pack o' lies."
"And you haven't heard from him since?"
"Yes, I have. He sent me my check an' a hundred-dollar bill."
Ellison sat up. "What for?"
"For my fancy bulldoggin'." The hard eyes of the young fellow smouldered with resentment.
"By dog, did Clint send you money for savin' 'Mona?"
"He didn't say what it was for—so I rolled up the bill an' lit a cigarette with it."