"I'll try and let you have it."
"Just how much jack you got on you yet, Hooker, old friend from Wild Cat?"
"Seven dollars."
"That's a mint, man! Say, try to slip me all of it, will you, Hiram? I got a scheme. You won't need it—you got a job. And remember who was the means o' gettin' it, Hiram. Why, it's worth seven bucks for the privilege of just lookin' once into those eyes o' Jerkline Jo."
"Can't you go to work over at the camps and earn some money?" Hiram wanted to know.
"I could—yes. But I don't earn my jack that way, Hiram. I'm a promoter."
"Jo told me she thought she might be able to give you something to do, after all."
"Don't want it. Tender her my heartfelt thanks just the same, Hiram. All I wanted in the first place was to get down here and look things over, then go to work and get a toehold and start the fireworks. If things are like I think—say, I'll be givin' you people jobs in a week or so. B'lieve it, Hiram?"
"No," replied Hiram bluntly. "Buck, step up a little! Molly! Pete!"
Playmate Tweet sighed heavily. "Hardest folks to convince I ever struck," he complained. "Listen, Hooker: last night while I was guardin' the loads the night watchman at Julia strolled around, and we had a little talk. He's an old-timer in this country, and he told me all about it from there to Ellangone. I got some dope from him about this country we're makin' for; and puttin' what I heard from him with what Jerkline Jo has told me, I gets a grand scheme. It'll put me in on the ground floor, if things break right and then——' Oh, boy! Richard will be himself again!"