an asset out of a
liability. I want to get a big, fine man back to his normal self. If
you will agree to let up on this push-drive-urge stuff; stop long
enough to read a book, to laugh at Jiggs or Popeye or Dagwood, or any
of the other funnies, go with me over to Adot where the mine-run folks
can see what a big, fine upstanding partner I've got, why I'll have
that little, old nine thousand in here by Saturday.

"Oh, I know that money is scarce, hard to get just now," Davy
explained in response to Welborn's shake of the head, "but this money
is idle, and there's plenty of security up in that ravine. It's not
the loan, it's the results, I'm wanting. Of course, there's something
eating you, some past catastrophe or mistake, that's got you down.
You're worried, killing yourself trying to get it corrected. I don't
know what it is, and don't want to know, until you are ready. Of
course it will work out all right. There'll be a climax, a denouement,
as old director Mecklin used to call the final act, and I want you to
be right here, in person, in good health and spirits, to join with the
rest of us in the applause and cheers."

Welborn had walked over to the window, but not to look out. His head
was down, he was taking punishment. Presently he lifted his shoulders
and head. There was a smile on his face even if his voice was husky.
"In all my varied years, Sonny Boy, I never heard finer compliments
mixed up with some real truths. What you've said is worth more to me
than your kindly offer of funds. I wouldn't take your money under any
condition, it would add complications, but I am going to take your
advice. From now on, I'll try to do as you say, try to save myself for
the glorious finish that you picture."

The arrival of Jim in the old car and Landy's clamorous calls broke up
the conference. Davy hurried out to join his friend in their planned
trip to the B-line ranch. He was very quiet in the hazards of Brushy
Fork, but on arriving at the level stretch beyond he stopped Landy.
"What am I going to name this colt, Landy? He's got to have a name, if
he's to be taught to do things. Old Boss Fletcher had a name for every
elephant in the herd, and they would step right out when their names
were called. Horses, dogs, elephants, even the cats quickly learned
their names and the short words like 'halt,' 'go,' 'kneel,' 'turn,'
and the like. This colt is smart, wants to do things, if you're not
too dumb in telling him what you wan