"My dear Mallow, you wrong me." In the newcomer's voice there was no longer any mockery. "I gave you credit for more intelligence. We played our little farce and it is done--the episode is closed, so far as I am concerned. I supposed you understood that much. I helped you and I came here to enlist your help." "You helped _me_?" Mallow showed his teeth in a snarl. "Precisely. Think a moment. Was it not odd that I failed to appear against you? That the case was never pressed, the prosecution dropped?" "I s'pose you were afraid to go through. Thought I'd get you." Gray shook his head impatiently. "Afraid? Of you? Oh, Mallow! Had I feared your majestic wrath, do you think I would have arranged for that doctor to see you every day? And paid his bill? Who, pray, sent in those good things for you to eat?" There was a pause. "Did you?" "I did." Again there was silence. "Why?" "For one thing, I was sorry for you. I really was. I had caused you and Tony a great deal of suffering, and I cannot bring myself to inflict actual suffering upon anyone without doing my best to alleviate it. Then again, I had nothing against you personally. We merely clashed in the course of--business." Mallow allowed himself to sink back upon the desk; he turned his dark goggles upon his friends in a blind stare of bewilderment. "Well, I'll be damned!" he said, finally. "Mallow thought _we_ had helped to spring him." It was McWade speaking. "That's why he beat it up here and that's how we happened to put him to work." "I don't get you yet," the man in glasses muttered. "I can't understand why--" "What's the odds why he done it?" Stoner inquired, sharply. "Any man that can squirt my eyes full of tobasco, and me with a six gun on him, is all right. And him with a bottle of milk duly made and provided!" The field member of the firm slapped his thigh and laughed loudly. "Then to forget the whole fracas and shake hands on it! That's handsome! Mr. Gray, I'm here to say there's a lot of boys going to lay off you like you was a cactus." The object of this commendation was pleased. "Gratitude is rare," he murmured. "I thank you. Now then, I was thinking of making friend Mallow a business proposition, but--perhaps I can interest you, also, in doing something for me. I'll pay well." "We're live ones," Stoner asserted. "It is business of a confidential nature." "All the talking we do is on the street. We're promoting wildcats, but I guess we know as much about the good wells as the big companies themselves, and when it comes to actual drilling, I've forgotten more than all these boll weevils will ever learn. What can we do for you?"