"I mean it's worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars to you just to let me drop out. I 'd hand you over that much to quit the chase."
"It ain't me that's chasing you, Connie. It's the Law!" was Blake's quiet-toned response. And the other man knew he believed it.
"Well, you quit, and I 'll stand for the Law!"
"But, can't you see, they 'd never stand for you!"
"Oh, yes they would. I 'd just drop out, and they 'd forget about me. And you 'd have that pile to enjoy life with!"
Blake thought it over, ponderously, point by point. For not one fraction of a second could he countenance the thought of surrendering Binhart. Yet he wanted both his prisoner and his prisoner's haul; he wanted his final accomplishment to be complete.
"But how 'd we ever handle the deal?" prompted the tired-bodied man on the burro.
"You remember a woman called Elsie Verriner?"
"Yes," acknowledged Blake, with a pang of regret which he could not fathom, at the mention of the name.
"Well, we could fix it through her."