"That's just what I'm here for," returned McCartney. "It'll be done if you're ready to come through."
"Well—what will settle it?" Keith McBain asked in a voice that had almost a touch of weariness in it.
"We've talked about all that before—there's no change," McCartney replied.
Hurley looked from one man to the other in bewilderment.
"And if I refuse?" asked McBain.
"You're wastin' time," McCartney snapped.
Keith McBain raised his voice a little, but spoke with much the same deliberateness as before.
"For two years, McCartney, I've been in hell expecting this time to arrive any day. I'm past that now. I've settled it—and I'm going to see it to the end. Don't think you can frighten me—I'm old, but—I'll pay."
The words seemed to strike McCartney almost dumb.
"You'll pay?" he asked.