diseased and your heart rotten. What is it you want me to do? Calm
yourself, you white-livered maniac. I gather that I am in some way to
meddle with this mine. If I but had your head for my very own along with
the sand in my craw, I'd tell you to go to hell. Having only brains
enough to know what I am, I'm cursed by having to depend upon you. Name
your corpse! Come through!"

"You shut your foul mouth and listen. You throw me off."

"Give me a cigar, then. Thanks. I await your pleasure."

"Zurich warned me that Stanley's partner, this old man Johnson, had gone
East and would in all probability come here to bring proposals from Stan.
He came yesterday, bearing a letter of introduction from Stan. The fear
that I would not close with his proposition had the poor old gentleman on
needles and pins. But I fell in with his offer. I won his confidence and
within the hour he had turned himself wrong side out. He made me a map,
which shows me how to find the mine. He thinks I am to go to Arizona with
him in a week--poor idiot! Instead, you are to get him into jail at
once."

"How?"

"The simplest and most direct way possible. You have that Poole tribe
under your thumb, have you not?"

"Bootlegging, chicken-stealing, sneak-thieving, arson, and perjury. And
they are ripe for any deviltry, without compulsion. All I need to do is
to show them a piece of money and give instructions."