e money's comin' from for both."
"There's water enough in front of 'Lige Curtis's shanty, and his location is only a mile along the bank," returned Billings.
"Water enough for him to laze away his time fishin' when he's sober, and deep enough to drown him when he's drunk," said Wingate. "If you call that an embarcadero, you kin buy it any day from 'Lige,--title, possession, and shanty thrown in,--for a demijohn o' whiskey."
The fourth man here distastefully threw back a half-nibbled biscuit into the box, and languidly slipped from the barrel to the floor, fastidiously flicking the crumbs from his clothes as he did so. "I reckon somebody'll get it for nothing, if 'Lige don't pull up mighty soon. He'll either go off his head with jim-jams or jump into the creek. He's about as near desp'rit as they make 'em, and havin' no partner to look after him, and him alone in the tules, ther' 's no tellin' WHAT he may do."
Billings, stretched at full length in his chair, here gurgled derisively. "Desp'rit!-