Johnny read the document slowly, pursing his lips.  It was what he had proclaimed to Mary V that he wished to do, but seeing it there in black and white made the debt look bigger, the year shorter, the penalty of failure more severe.  It seemed uncompromisingly legal, binding as the death seal placed upon all life.  He looked at Mary V’s father, and it seemed that he, too, was stern and uncompromising as the agreement he had drawn.  Johnny’s shoulders went back automatically.  He reached across the desk for a pen.

“There will have to be witnesses,” said Sudden, and opened a door and called for his wife and Bedelia.  Until they came Johnny sat staring at the bill of sale as though he meant to commit it to memory.  “One military type tractor biplane . . . ownership vested in me . . . without process of law . . .”  He felt a weight in his chest, as though already the document had gone into effect.

When he had signed his name and watched Bedelia’s moist hand, reddened from dishwater, laboriously constructing her signature while she breathed hard over the task, the plane seemed irrevocably lost.  Mommie, leaning close to his shoulder so that a wisp of her hair tickled his cheek while she wrote, gave him a little cheer by her nearness and her unspoken friendliness.  She signed “Mary Amanda Selmer” very precisely, with old-fashioned curls at the end of each word.  Then, quite unexpectedly, she slipped an arm around Johnny’s neck and kissed him on his tanned cheek where a four-day’s growth of beard was no more than a brown fuzz scarcely discernible to the naked eye.  She gave his shoulder two little affectionate pats that said plainly, “There, there, don’t you worry one bit,” and went away without a word.  Johnny gulped and winked hard, and wished that Mary V was more like her mother, and hoped that Sudden was not looking at him.

Sudden was folding the paper very carefully and slipping it into an envelope, on the face of which he wrote “John Ivan Jewel, $3000. secured note, due ——­” whenever the date said.  When he finally looked up at John Ivan Jewel, that young man was rolling a cigarette with a fine assumption of indifference, as though giving a three-thousand-dollar note payable in one year and secured with all he owned in the world save his clothes was a mere bagatelle; an unimportant detail of the day’s business.

Sudden smoothed his face down with the palm of his hand, as he sometimes did when Mary V demanded that she be taken seriously, and spoke calmly, with neither pity, blame, nor approval in his voice.

“I have held you accountable for the horses stolen through your neglect while you were in charge of Sinkhole range and therefore responsible for their safety within a reasonable limit.  The expenses of your sickness after your fall with your flying machine, I will take care of myself.  You were at that time trying to find Mary V, which naturally I appreciated.  More than that, I make it a rule to pay the expenses of any man hurt in my employ.