So darned afraid of a pint uh brandy--" "If I was dead sure your brains wouldn't get to leaking out your mouth," Dick began guardedly, "I might put you wise to something." He took a drink of water, opened the door that he might throw out what remained in the dipper, and made sure that no one was near the bunk-house before he closed the door again.

Mose watched him interestedly.
"You know me, Dick--I never do tell all I know," he hinted heavily.
"Well," Dick stood with his hand upon the door-knob and a sly grin upon his face, "I ain't saying a word about anything.

Only--if you might happen to want some--eggs--for your mince pies, you might look good under the southeast corner of the third haystack, counting from the big corral.

I believe there's a--nest--there." "The deuce!" Mose brightened understandingly and drummed with his fingers upon his bare, dough-caked forearm.

"Do yuh know who--er--what hen laid 'em there ?" "I do," said Dick with a rising inflection.