Jerden. I don't understand you.
Tom. No? And you call yourself a detective. When banks send out detectives, they want the rogue and the money. When they can't have both, they'll take one. You can't have Dick; so, what's the figger?
Jerden. Twenty thousand dollars.
Tom. Twenty! Look here, stranger, ain't you settin' it a leetle high? There's not so much money in the whole camp.
Jerden (aside). So I thought. He's mine. (Aloud.) That's the sum. If you can't pay it, I take my man.
Tom. Never.
Dick. Oh, yes, he will! I'm a little anxious to get East, and he'll pay the travelling expenses.
Tom. Well, you are a cool one; but you just wait until I can wake up some of the boys. I shouldn't wonder—No, no. Twenty—
Agnes (to Tom). Don't interfere, Tom: Dick's innocent.
Tom. All right, if you say so.