"It has been done, but——"
"Where are the snows of yesteryear, huh?"
Tip nodded. "Something like that."
"If I don't appoint your men and do appoint mine, what particular form of devilment would the party feel called upon to put on me?"
"Devilment," grinned Tip. "You don't know us."
"Backward and forward, sideways and from the bottom up. Don't you fool yourself I don't know you. I been looking over the situation a long time. It's been a liberal education."
"So that's it," murmured Tip. "Driver told me, but I didn't believe him."
"The judge sometimes tells the truth."
Tip O'Gorman sighed. He thought he saw what he would have to do. And he didn't want to do it. It meant one more mouth to feed, and one more finger in the pie.
"You understand, Bill," said he, "that it was always intended you should have your share."