“Cameron!” exclaimed Haight, with a slight start, and wondering at Maverick’s appearance, “What do you know about him?”
“I know he owns these ’ere mines, damn him!” answered Maverick doggedly.
“Do you! Well, that’s enough, go along, you’re not interested in Cameron.”
“Ain’t I though!” said Maverick with a snarl and an oath, the hatred and wrath increasing in his face; “Me’n him has got an old score to settle yet. I only wisht he was a goin’ ter be in them mines this afternoon. When’s he comin’?”
“I don’t know,” answered Haight shortly, “probably before very long though.”
“When you git word he’s comin’ I wan’ter know it, that’s all,” growled Maverick.
“Well,” said Haight, beginning to lose his temper, “when you see that curtain raised, you may know he’s coming, and pretty damned quick too; now get out of the way, and attend to your business. Remember I’ve told you to give the men warning.”
“Yes,” said Maverick, with a leer, “’specially the new superintendent, you’d like me ter give ’im an extra warnin’ I s’pose.”
There was a corresponding leer on Haight’s face, as he replied with a peculiar grimace,
“You’ve had your orders; if you are particularly anxious to give anybody an extra warning, go ahead!”