During the silence that followed, Gray felt the three men staring
at him curiously.

"You're after big game, I take it?" McWade inquired, mildly.

"The biggest in these woods."

"One man, did you say?"

"One man."

"Some--grudge, perhaps?"

"Perhaps."

"A yacht is too expensive for most men, but they don't burn money
as fast as a grudge."

"This one will take his last dollar--or mine."

"We're a legitimate firm, you know--"

Gray's eyes twinkled as he exclaimed: "Exactly! If I have caused
you to infer that I shall employ anything except legitimate means
to effect my purpose, it is my error. At the same time, my
proposition is not one that I could well afford to take to the
ordinary, conservative type of broker. Now then, how about you,
Mallow? Would you care to work for me?"

The latter's pale face broke into a grin. "I am working for you,"