“That’s good enough for me!” cried Raley. “Say it, Jud!”
There was a distant thunder of hoofs as Haig’s horse took the short bridge over the Brightwater. The crowd backed still farther away from Huntington, who was again fingering his roll of bills.
“Two thousand!” he roared, shaking the handful of “yellowbacks” at the wavering Smith.
Raley leaned from his saddle, and grabbed Smith’s arm.
“Quick, Jud!” he pleaded hotly. “Don’t be a fool!”
“All right! We’ll take it!” answered Smith.
“No!” said Larkin firmly, pulling his horse around between Huntington and the two partners.
“Yes!” the two cried out together.
Huntington stepped forward, and thrust both handfuls of bills almost into Larkin’s face.
“Name your price then!” he bellowed.