"
"Tell me now."
"No-o. No, I just heard about him and it was told to me in secret.
All I can say is don't get anybody to fill Lute Small's place till
you and I have another talk."
Captain Sam stared keenly into his friend's face. Jed bore the
scrutiny calmly; in fact he didn't seem to be aware of it. The
captain gave it up.
"All right," he said. "No use tryin' to pump you, I know that.
When you make up your mind to keep your mouth shut a feller
couldn't open it with a cold chisel. I presume likely you'll tell
in your own good time. Now if you'll scratch around and find those
checks and things you want me to deposit for you I'll take 'em and
be goin'. I'm in a little bit of a hurry this mornin'."
Jed "scratched around," finally locating the checks and bills in
the coffee pot on the shelf in his little kitchen.
"There!" he exclaimed, with satisfaction, "I knew I put 'em
somewheres where they'd be safe and where I couldn't forget 'em."
"Where you couldn't forget 'em! Why, you did forget 'em, didn't
you?"
"Um . . . yes . . . I cal'late I did this mornin', but that's
because I didn't make any coffee for breakfast. If I'd made coffee
same as I usually do I'd have found 'em."
"Why didn't you make coffee this mornin'?"
Jed's eye twinkled.
"W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "to be honest with you, Sam, 'twas because
I couldn't find the coffee pot.
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