BUT JOHNNY WAS NEITHER FOOL NOR KNAVE Cliff smiled faintly one morning and handed Johnny a long manila envelope over their breakfast table in Mateo's cabin.

"Your third week's salary," he idly explained.

"Do you want it ?" "Well, I ain't refusing it," Johnny grinned back.

"I guess maybe I'll stick for another week, anyway." He emptied his coffee cup and held it up for Mateo's woman to refill, trying to match Cliff Lowell's careless air of indifference to the presence of seventeen hundred dollars on that table.

"That is, if you think I'm making good," he added boyishly, looking for praise.
"Your third week's salary answers that, doesn't it?
From now on it may not be quite so easy to make good.