"You can't fool 'em in anything," Mr. Saltoun corroborated, bitterly. "I shore oughtn't to said that about Racey and Marie. I'll go right back and tell Molly it ain't so."
Mr. Saltoun started to wheel his horse, but Tom Loudon halted that manoeuvre.
"You gotta let it go now," said he. "If you tell her you didn't mean what you said she shore will think it's true."
"We-ell, if you think I'd better not, I won't," Mr. Saltoun assented, doubtfully. "But I wouldn't say anything to Kate if I was you."
"Then I won't," said Tom Loudon, his tongue in his cheek.
"Where you think yo're going?" Mr. Saltoun queried presently. "This ain't the way to the ranch."
"I know it ain't. It's the way to Farewell."
"Whyfor Farewell?"
"It's just possible Racey may need a li'l help before he's through with this job."
"You're right," Mr. Saltoun said, contritely. "I've been so took up with this Dale mortgage and the idea of Luke Tweezy and that skunk Lanpher getting this land that I ain't give much thought to anything else. Of course Racey will need help, and you and I are the fellers to give it to him."