"How's this?" he said and as she sensed his suspicion she jerked back in sudden defiance.
"A stock-jobber!" she mocked. "All you think of is money. The love of a woman is nothing to you!"
"Aw, cut out that talk!" commanded Rimrock brutally. "Some women are stock-jobbers, too. And speaking of stock, just give me a look at those two thousand shares of Tecolote."
A sullen, sulky pout distorted her mouth and she made a face like a wilful girl.
"You'd snatch them," she said, "and run away and leave me. And then what would I say to Stoddard?"
"Are you working for him?" he asked directly and she threw out her arms in a pet.
"No! I wish I were, but it's too late now. I might have made money, but as it is I stand to lose everything."
"Oh, you stand to lose everything, do you? Well say, that reminds me, I guess I stand about the same!"
He picked up his hat and started for the door, but she caught him by the arm.
"You're going to that woman!" she hissed vindictively, "perhaps I can tell you something about her. Well, I can!" she declared, "and I can prove it, too. I can prove it by my Tecolote stock."