Wint was surprised. “You mean—in this business between Routt and me?”
Gergue nodded. “Yeah.”
“Why, with Routt, I suppose,” Wint told him.
“Why d’you figure that?”
“You’re tied up with Amos.”
Gergue scratched a match. “Wint,” he said, “Amos is a fine man. He does things his own way; but in the end, he pretty near always turns out pretty near right.”
“Well, that’s his record,” Wint agreed. “He’s usually on the winning side.”
“Don’t let that get away from you,” said Gergue. “Don’t you forget that, Wint!”
Wint laughed harshly; and he said: “I’m not likely to. I counted on him in this, you know.”
Gergue leaned toward him. “Thing is, Wint, I’m wonderin’ what you’d think if I told you something?”