"Of course, I don't know the details, but--details be darned.

If he has tried to hand you a package, take it from me, jealousy's the string he tied it with.

I don't mind saying that Dick told me when I first rode up to the corral that you and Mose were both boozing up to beat the band; and right after that we heard a deuce of a racket up here, and it did look--" He waved an apologetic hand at Mose and the fragments of pottery which framed like a "still life" picture on the floor, and let it go at that.

"I'm strong for you, Ford," he added, and his smile was frank and friendly.
"Double Cross is the name of this outfit, but I'm all in favor of running that brand on the cow-critters and keeping it out of the bunk-house.

If you should happen to feel like elucidating--" he hinted delicately.
Ford had always liked Jim Felton; now he warmed to him as a real friend, and certain things he told him.