"Under the contract?" inquired Wunpost and when Eells assented Wunpost shut his lips down grimly. "Good!" he said, "now I've got you where I want you. We're partners, ain't that it, under our contract? And you don't give a whoop for justice or nothing as long as you get it _all_! Well, you'll get it, Mr. Eells--do you recognize this thousand dollar bill? That was given to me by a barkeep named Fellowes, but of course he received it from you. I knowed where he got it, and I knowed what he was up to--I ain't quite as easy as I look--and now I'm going to take it and give it to a lawyer, and start in to get my rights. Yes, I've got some rights, too--never thought of that, did ye--and I'm going to demand 'em _all_! I'm going to go to this lawyer and put this bill in his hand and tell him to git me my _rights_! Not part of 'em, not nine tenths of 'em--I want 'em _all_--and by grab, I'm going to _get_ 'em!" He struck the mahogany table a resounding whack and Eells jumped and glanced warningly at Lynch. "I'm going to call for a receiver, or whatever you call him, to look after my interests at the mine; and if the judge won't appoint him I'm going to have you summoned to bring the Wunpost books into court. And I'm going to prove by those books that you robbed me of my interest and never made any proper accounting; and then, by grab, he'll _have_ to appoint him, and I'll get all that's coming to me, and you'll get what's coming to _you_. You'll be shown up for what you are, a low-down, sneaking thief that would steal the pennies from a blind man; you'll be showed up right, you and your sure-thing contract, and you'll get a little _publicity_! I'll just give this to the press, along with some four-bit cigars and the drinks all around for the boys, and we'll just see where you stand when you get your next rating from Bradstreet--I'll put your tin-front bank on the bum! And then I'll say to my lawyer, and he's a slippery son-of-a-goat: 'Go to it and see how much you can get--and for every dollar you collect, by hook, crook or book, I'll give you back a half of it! Sue Eells for an accounting every time he ships a brick--make him pay back what he stole on the Wunpost--give him fits over the Willie Meena--and if a half ain't enough, send him broke and you can have it _all_! Do you reckon I'll get some results?"