“Good!” nodded Chester.
“For one thousan’ dollars,” added Miguel.
Chester had elevated his feet to the top of the table. Now he let them drop to the floor with a thud, flung the cigarette aside, and sat up.
“You go——” he began.
Then he paused, with his lips curling, finally adding:
“——to the devil!”
“I stay right here,” said the Spaniard, with unconscious wit.
“As you choose,” said Chester; “but you’ll stay on your own account, and not one dollar more will you ever get from me.”
Suddenly Bunol became cool.
“That is so, eh?” he asked.