Hawk Kennedy closed one eye and squinted the other at Peter quizzically.
"I'll tell you that all in good time. But first I've got to know how you stand in the matter."
Peter judicially examined the ash of his cigarette. "He ought to do the right thing," he said slowly.
"He will—never you fear. But can I count on you, Pete?"
"What do you want me to do?" asked Peter after a moment.
"Oh, now we're talkin'. But wait a minute. We won't go so fast. Are you with me sure enough—hope I may die—cross my heart?"
"If you'll make it worth my while," said Peter cautiously.
"A hundred thousand. How's that?"
"It sounds all right. But I can't see what I can do that you couldn't do yourself."
"Don't you? Well, you don't know all this story. There's some of it you haven't heard. Maybe it's that will convince you you're makin' no mistake——"