“Next thing,” Routt told him, “he’ll double cross you.”
Kite leaned across and gripped Routt by the arm. “What makes you say that? You and Amos are together.”
“We were,” said Routt, “but I told him a few things he didn’t like. I’m no particular friend of Amos.”
Kite said: “I’m not either. But as long as he plays fair with me, I’ll play fair with him.”
“What if he don’t?”
“I’ll smash him.”
“You can’t smash Amos,” said Routt, “but you can hurt him.”
“Smash young Wint.”
Kite snorted. “Pshaw! Wint’s a boy.”