"Go on away!" answered L. W. dangerously, "I don't want to talk to you, you thief!" "Oh, that's what's the matter with you--you're thinking about the money, eh? Well, you always did hate to lose." An insulting epithet burst from L. W.'s set lips, but Rimrock let it pass. "Oh, that's all right," he said. "Never mind my feelings. Say, how much do you figure I owe you?" "You don't owe me nothing!" cried L. W. half-rising. "You _stole_ from me, you scoundrel--I can put you in the Pen for this!" "Aw, you wouldn't do that," answered Rimrock easily. "I know you too well for that." "Say, you go away," panted L. W. in a frenzy, "or I'll throw you out of this car." "No you won't either," said Rimrock truculently. "You'll have to eat some more beans before you can put _me_ on my back." Rimrock squared his great shoulders and his eyes sparkled dangerously as he faced L. W. in the aisle. "Now listen!" he went on after a tense moment of silence, "what's the use of making a row? I know I lied to you--I had to do it in order to get the money. I just framed that on purpose so I could get back to New York where a proposition like mine would be appreciated. I was a bum, in Gunsight; but back in New York, where they think in millions, they treated me like a king." "I don't want to talk to you," rumbled L. W. moving off, "you lied once too often, and I've _quit_ ye!" "All right!" answered Rimrock, "that suits me, too. All I ask is--what's the damage?" "Thirty-seven hundred and fifty-five dollars," snapped back L. W. venomously, "and I'd sell out for thirty-seven cents." "You won't have to," said Rimrock with business directness and flashed a great roll of bills. "There's four thousand," he said, peeling off four bills, "you can keep the change for _pilon_." There was one thing about L. W., he was a poker player of renown and accustomed to thinking quick. He took one look at that roll of bills and waved the money away. "Nope! Keep it!" he said. "I don't want your money--just let me in on this deal." "Huh!" grunted Rimrock, "for four thousand dollars? You must think I've been played for a sucker. No, four hundred thousand dollars wouldn't give you a look-in on the pot that I've opened this trip." "W'y, you lucky fool!" exclaimed L. W. incredulously, his eyes still glued to the roll. "What's the proposition, Rimmy? Say, you know me, Rim!" "Yeh! Sure I do!" answered Rimrock dryly, and L. W. turned from bronze to a dull red. "I know the whole bunch of you, from the dog robber up, and this time I play my own hand. I was a sucker once, but the only friends I've got now are the ones that stayed with me when I was down." "But _I_ helped you, Rim!" cried L. W. appealingly. "Didn't I lend you money, time and again?" "Yes, and here it is," replied Rimrock indifferently as he held out the four yellow bills. "You loaned me money, but you treated me like dirt--now take it or I'll ram it down your throat."