"Never mind what I thought," she answered darkly, "I took a chance, and I won."
"Say, you're strictly business, now ain't you?" observed Rimrock and muttered under his breath. "How much of a share do you expect me to give you?" he asked after a long anxious pause and her eyes lit up and were veiled.
"Whatever you say," she answered quietly and then: "I believe you mentioned fifty-fifty—an undivided half."
"My—God!" exclaimed Rimrock starting wildly to his feet. "You don't—say, you didn't think I meant that?"
"Why, no," she said with a faint flicker of venom, "I didn't, to tell you the truth. That's why I told you I was talking business; but you said: 'Well, so am I.'"
"Well, holy Jehosophrats!" cursed Rimrock to himself and turned to look her straight in the eyes.
"Now let's get down to business," he went on sternly, "what do you want, and where am I at?"
"I want a share in that mine," she answered evenly, "whatever you think is right."
"Oh, that's the deal! You don't want fifty-fifty? You leave what it is to me?"
"That's what I said from the very first. And as for fifty-fifty—no, certainly I do not."