"Damn you, O'Reilly," he challenged, "you're free with your tongue." He checked himself. "I don't wish to quarrel with you to-night, though," he conciliated. "Nor I with you," returned the other impassively. "I was merely telling you the truth. Besides, it's none of my affair; and even if it were, I'm thinking you'll pay for it dear enough before you're through." Craig straightened in his seat; but not as before in attitude supercilious. "What the deuce do you mean, O'Reilly? You keep suggesting things, but that is all. Talk plain if you know anything." "I don't know anything," impassively; "unless it is that I wouldn't be in your shoes if I got a dollar for every cent you've made out of this cursed business." Bit by bit Craig's face whitened. If anything the air of conciliation augmented. "You think circumstances weren't to blame?" he queried. "That, in other words, I've brought things about as they are deliberately?" "I don't think anything. I know what you've done--and what you've got to answer for." Instinctively, almost with a shudder, Craig glanced about him. The shade of the single window was up, and of a sudden he arose unsteadily and drew it over the blackness outside with a jerk. "You're beastly hard on me," he commented, "but let that pass. It's probably the last time we'll ever see each other, and we may as well part friends." He was back in his place again with the flask before him, and with a propitiatory motion he extended the liquor toward the other man. "Come, let's forget it," he insinuated. "Have a drink with me." "Not a drop." "Not if I requested it?" "Not if you got down on your knees and begged." "All right." The hand was withdrawn with a nervous little laugh. "I'll have to spoil it all myself, then." The Irishman watched in silence while the other gulped down swallow after swallow. The hand of the drinker trembled uncontrollably, and a tiny red stream trickled down the unshaven chin to the starched linen beneath. "If you'll take a word of advice," commented the spectator at last, "you'll cut that--for the time being at least." He hesitated; then went on reluctantly. "I've been in your pay and I'll try to be square with you. If you've got an atom of presentiment you'll realise that this is no place for you to get into the shape you're getting." Again he halted, and again with an effort he gave the warning direct. "If I were you I wouldn't be at this ranch a second longer than it took me to leave; not as long as I had a broncho or a leg or a crutch to go on." Slowly and more slowly came the words. Then followed silence, with the two men staring each other face to face. Breaking it, the overseer arose. "I've said more than I intended already," he added, "and now I wash my hands of you. Do as you please. I'm going to bed." Preventing, of a sudden sobered, Craig was likewise on his feet.