"See here," said Frank, "I offered one of your men a thousand dollars to get me out of this. The same offer stands good with you."
The dark face of Cimarron Bill flushed and he looked deadly.
"Mebbe you don't know you're insultin' me a heap!" he said. "Such bein' the probable case, I resents it none. The minin' trust has promised me five thousan' when I turns them papers over."
"Which you will never do."
"Which I'll sure do if you gits foolish an' refuses to tie up with me."
"Well," said Frank, "I'm not bidding against the mining trust. I have refused to recognize that organization."
"Then you refuses my proposal?" said Bill, in that cold, dangerous voice of his.
"Not that. I want until to-morrow morning to think it over. Just till to-morrow."
"You'll give me my answer to-morrer mornin'?"
"Yes."