"They'd run the iron on 'em all right," she repeated. "But what iron?"
"Why—mine. Whose do you suppose?"
"I don't know," she said candidly. "I'm asking you."
"Shucks, Sally Jane, those boys wouldn't do anything crooked. Tuckleton wouldn't allow it."
"Bill, don't you ever distrust anybody?"
"Not until I'm certain they're crooked."
"I see," said the lady disgustedly. "After you wake up and find your hide, together with the rest of your worldly possessions, hanging on the fence, then and not till then do you come alive to the fact that perhaps all was not right."
"Well——" began Bill.
"Don't you see by that time it's too late?" interrupted the lady.
"Aw, I dunno. I—I suppose so."