Marvin had a lot on his mind, and was studying law all alone in the cabin at nights into the bargain, but he liked to have Bill drop in, liked to hear him talk. Bill could tell some pretty tall yarns, but he told them so well you had to swallow them. There was an odd, friendly, understanding bond between the ambitious young fellow and the easy-going, humorous old man. They con fided in each other a great deal, and — well, like Mrs. Jones and Millie, Marvin fre quently found himself crediting Bill with a semblance of mental speed. But then his mind would picture the ambling, aimless figure of Bill Jones with its shock of disor dered gray hair and half-shut eyes, and Marvin would smile to himself and turn his thoughts to something else. But he won dered, nevertheless.