“What doing?”
“Nothing much. Just lay in the road with your wheel by your side and act like you had a fall an' was hurt. I wanta stop a man who's in a hurry, see?”
Billy regarded him coolly.
“Any shooting?”
“Oh, no!” said the other, “Just a little evening up of cash. You see that man's got some money that oughtta be mine by good rights, and I wantta get it.”
“I see!” said Billy nonchalantly, “An' whatcha gonta do if he don't come across?”
The man gave him a scared look.
“Oh, nothin' sinful son; just give him a rest fer a few days where he won't see his friends, until he gets ready to see it the way I do.”
“H'm!” said Billy narrowing his gray eyes to two slits. “An' how much did ya say ya paid down?”
The man looked up angrily.