It would be a Christian act to help him sell that goat pasture for enough to go to some nice warm country where he'd get well and they couldn't extradite him." "Of course, if you've got a scheme that is perfectly safe," McWade ventured, charitably, "and our bit was worth it--" "I been thinking we might help the boy sell that farm to Nelson." "How ?" Mallow, too, was curious.

"Nelson's lungs are healthy; he wouldn't cough a nickel unless the place had oil on it." "I meant to tell you it's got oil on it.

Best indications I ever saw.
There's a drinking well, only the water ain't fit to drink till you skim off the 'rainbow.' Then there's a wonderful seepage into the creek.

You can see the oil oozing out from under the bank, in one place.

Certainly is pretty." Stoner's hearers were intent; they exchanged puzzled glances.
Mallow was the first to speak.