"But I want to do it!" she persisted. "It's a good thing—I believe in it—and I've got the money!"
He stopped and looked at her, almost tempted by her offer; then he shook his great head like a bull.
"No!" he said, talking half to himself. "I won't do it—I've sunk low enough. But a woman? Nope, I won't do it."
"Oh, quit your foolishness!" she burst out impatiently, "I guess I know my own mind. I came out to this country to try and recoup myself and I want to get in on this mine. No sentiment, understand me, I'm talking straight business; and I've got the money—right here!"
"Well, what do you want for it?" he demanded roughly. "If that's the deal, what's your cut? I never saw you before, nor you me. How much do you want—if we win?"
"I want a share in the mine," she answered instantly. "I don't care—whatever you say!"
"Well, I'll go you," he said. "Now give me the money and I'll try to make both of us rich!"
His voice was trembling and he followed every movement as she stepped back behind her desk.
"Just look out the window," she said as he waited; and Rimrock turned his head. There was a rustle of skirts and a moment later she laid a roll of bills in his hand.
"Just give me a share," she said again and suddenly he met her eyes.