"Come on.

What's the joker?
I ain't saying you'd murder the guy for that farm, but if it's as good as that he'd of died of the plague or something, and left it to you long before this." "In a way, I'm getting ahead of my story," Stoner continued, imperturbably.

"The oil ain't actually visible, but it will be if, when, and as, Henry Nelson gets ready to buy it." "Easy enough to pour oil into a water well, I suppose, but that wouldn't fool a child.

As for salting _running_ water, a creek--show me." "There's a lot for you to learn in this business, Mallow.

The point is, can we lay Nelson against a bunch of acreage like that ?" "You could lay _me_ against it if it looks like you say it does," McWade declared.
"This bootlegger, being half dead and non compost mentis, would help put it over with a man like Nelson; he'd set him in a draught while he was signing the option.