All right.

This Johnny Two-Hawks, as Kitty persisted in calling him, was going to reach his Montana ranch.

His friend Cutty would take it upon himself to see to that.
It struck him that after all he would have to play the game as he had planned it.

Those gems falling into the hands of the Federal agents would surely bring to light Hawksley's identity; and Hawksley should have his chance.
Cutty then came upon the will.

Somehow the pathos of it went deep into his heart.