"I think I can make that suitable—after we know each other better," said Sack Todd.
He continued to draw Baxter out, and hinted at a scheme to make big money. At last, the former bully of Putnam Hall could stand it no longer.
"See here," he cried. "If you mean business, spit out what is in your mind. You can trust me with anything. I am not of the milk-and-water sort. I am out for money, first, last and all the time."
"Then you are a fellow after my own heart," answered the man. "I reckon we can come to terms. But not just yet."
"Well, I've got to have something pretty quick. I am next to dead-broke."
"Perhaps I can help you out a bit."
"I wish you would."
"Here is twenty dollars. I reckon that will prove that I am taking an interest in you." And the bright, crisp bill was handed over.
"Money talks!" cried Dan Baxter. He gazed at the bank note in genuine pleasure. "I am much obliged."
"Here is where I must leave you," went on Sack Todd as they reached a crossing in the trails. "Keep right on, and you'll soon come in sight of Cottonton. Meet me there to-night at the Planters' Rest."