"I don't believe you, but I will do as I say," said Dick. "Put down that bag of money, and go away twenty paces and draw your guns."
"Ha! there is something else to be thought of."
"What is that? Don't forget, mean time, that I hold the drop, and that the slightest suspicious move on your part will mean your death, which will naturally culminate all negotiations."
"I am not rash enough to try any trick with you, Deadwood Dick. I am too eager to accept the one chance in a thousand that you hold out to me. What I was going to say—suppose we both get disabled, what of the money in that event? Some one who has no right to it will come along and gather it in."
"What do you propose respecting it, then?"
"That we go and cache it first of all."
"Very well, that is not a bad idea. It will be safe for you or for me, whichever has use for it after our duel."
"Just so. I know a fine place for it, where it will keep for ten days or ten years; just as the case may be, and where no one will ever find it in the world."
"There is one objection to that, however."
"And that is?"