Wallie stopped him with a gesture.
"No, you don't! I take no chances when I play with crooks. You make out that check."
"Isn't my word good?" Canby demanded.
"Not so far as I can throw my horse."
"I haven't a check-book," he lied.
"Get it, Pink."
The check-book and indelible pencil which every sheep and cattleman carries were in the inside pocket of his coat.
"Fill it out." Wallie passed the pencil to him. "And don't leave off a cipher by mistake."
"I refuse to be coerced!" Canby declared, defiantly. "I'll keep my word, but I didn't say when."
"I'm setting the date," Wallie replied, coolly, "and that's just four minutes and a half from now," taking out his watch. "If I haven't got the check by then you'll pay for those locoed horses, too, or I'll throw you back."