“Money,” was the answer. “I have heard of Mr. Riley’s powers, and——”
“Call me Bill.”
“Well, I’ve heard that Bill is a holy terror and can lick his weight in grizzly bears. That report is what brought me here.”
Buster Bill relaxed somewhat.
“Yer want somebody t’umped?” he asked.
“You’ve guessed it first shot.”
“Wot’s der price?”
“Fifty.”
“Fifty wot?”
“Dollars.”