"I'll try," agreed Ripley, weakly.

"Ye'll do more'n try, 'cause if ye fail me ye'll have no further
show," declared Tip, with emphasis.

"See, here, Scammon, if I can find another five---somehow---that'll
be the last of this business? You won't expect to get any more
money out of me?"

"The five that you're goin' to bring me tomorrow will be in full
payment."

"Of all possible claims to date?" Fred insisted.

"Yes, in full---to date," agreed Scammon, grinning as though he
were enjoying himself.

"And there'll never be any further demands?" questioned Fred.

"Never again!" Scammon asserted, with emphasis.

"You promise that, solemnly?"

"On my honor," promised the jailbird, sardonically.

"I'll try to get you the money, Tip. But see here, I'll be in
front of the drug store next to the post office, at just three
o'clock to-morrow afternoon. You stop and look in the same window,
but don't speak to me. If I can get the five I'll slip it into