"Curse you!" he hissed. "You have tricked me, after all!"
"Everything is fair in love and war," with a smile. "You are my prisoner."
"Cursed idiot that I was for not hanging you to the first tree we came to! But, do you not mean to give me a show?"
"About as much of a show as you gave me, perhaps."
"You have got me; I own the corn. But let us come to some sort of terms. I have got about seventy thousand dollars here in this bag; I'll divide even with you and each go his way."
"What is the use of dividing, when I can have it all if I want to take it?"
"Do not be too sure of that——"
"Hold! I read your thought in your eyes, my man. If you make a move to get a gun you will die before you can say scat! Dick Bristol seldom misses his mark."
"Curse you! But before you shall have this wealth you shall murder me to get it; I will defend it with my life."
"I do not want it; that is, I want you and it together."