A broad grin was spreading over the face of Bill Lilly.
"I'm mighty glad you admit it," he said in a sarcastic tone. "It saves a lot of trouble."
Pete's face flushed.
"It don't save you any. Now look here, Bill Lilly, I've got something to say to you. On one condition I'll let you go and say nothing about your going through my shack."
"What's the condition?"
"That you step aside and give me a show at some of those fellows who think they are mighty hunters, but have more money than brains. Another one is that you don't say anything against me when you get back home, and—"
"Those are two conditions. You said you would make only one," jeered Lilly.
"I'll make as many as I want to. Another one is that you get sick and have to go home, leaving the party to me for the rest of the time."
Billy laughed outright.
"You must be crazy, or else you take me for a fool. You ought to know that I'm not quite so daffy as to agree to a thing like that."