"No."

"Do they know I'm here?"

"I guess not, they were asleep two minutes ago."

"That's good. I don't want to see them, I want to see you."

"Wouldn't it keep, Marsh?" asked Gilmore.

"No, sir, it wouldn't keep; I want to tell you just what I think of you,
you damn--"

"Oh, that will keep, Marsh, any time will do for that; anyway, you have
told me something like that already! When you sober up--"

"Do you think I'm drunk?"

"I don't think anything about it."

"Well, maybe I am, I have been under a strain. But I'm not too drunk to
attend to business; I am never too drunk for that. I wish to say I have
the money--"

His lips twitched, and Gilmore, watching him furtively, saw that he was
again shivering.

"You got what, Marsh?" demanded Gilmore in a whisper.

"The money, the money I owe you!"