"You want the big end," said young Larry.
"You talk about being in the same boat," said Blake. "Well, I didn't shoot Braden, nor get any of his money. You held out on me. You thought you could get it yourselves. You wouldn't let me in on it."
"Well?"
"Well, why the devil should I help you stand off that bunch, then? They're after you, not me."
"Has anybody asked you to?" Gerald retorted. "And nobody asked you to come with us, if it comes to that."
"You had the fear of God in your heart and you begged to come," Larry told him. "You say you shot up Mackay, but you wouldn't tell why. And now, when things are getting hot, you want to quit and sneak off by yourself. I know what you're thinking. Quit and be damned, then! You never were any good. You never had the sand of a white rabbit."
Blake blustered, cursing his younger brother. The latter leaped to his feet. But Gavin interposed.
"Sit down, Larry. Blake, do you want to quit us? If you do, say so. There are no strings on you."
"If I did want to, I couldn't," Blake growled. "You know blame' well I haven't got any money."
Gavin eyed him in silence for a moment.