"But there ain't no gold found on that claim yet," Scipio went on. "Leastways, not that I know of, so what's the use deceivin' you? An' dollars, why, there's no question of 'em between us. You can stand in ha'f my claim, Bill, an' welcome, but you ain't going to pay me dollars for gold that ain't been found. Yes, you're sure welcome to ha'f my claim, an' you ken set a man working for you. I'll not say but I'll be glad of the help. But don't make no mistake, gold ain't been found, as far as I know, an' there may be none there, so I'd be glad if you don't risk a lot of dollars in the work." The gambler felt mean as he listened to the quiet words ringing with such simple honesty. Time and again his beady eyes lifted to the steady blue ones, only to drop quickly before their fearless sincerity. He stirred irritably, and a hot impatience with himself drove him so that the moment Scipio finished speaking he broke out at once. "Here," he cried, without the least gentleness, "you're talkin' a heap o' foolishness. I'm a bizness man offerin' a bizness proposition. I don't want nuthin' given. I'm out to make a deal. You say there's no gold there. Wal, I say there sure is. That bein' so I'd be a low down skunk takin' ha'f your claim fer nix, jest because you guess you owe me things--which I 'low you sure do, speakin' plain. I got a thousand dollars right here,"--he pulled out a packet of bills from his hip pocket, and held them up for the other's inspection--"an' them dollars says ther's gold on your claim. An' I'm yearnin' to touch ha'f that gold. But I'm takin' no chances. I want it all wrote down reg'lar so folks can't say I sneaked around you, an' got it for nix. Gee, I'd look mighty small if you turned around on me afterwards. No, sir, you don't get me that way. I'm only soft around my teeth. If you're the man I take you for, if you're honest as you're guessin', if you feel you want to pay me fer anything I done for you, why, cut the gas an' take my dollars' an' I'll get the papers made out by a Spawn City lawyer. They're all that crooked they couldn't walk a chalk-line, but I guess they know how to bind a feller good an' tight, an' I'll see they bind you up so ther' won't be no room for fool tricks. That's bizness." Scipio shook his head. And Bill flushed angrily. "It ain't square," the little man protested. "Maybe you'll lose your money."