CHAPTER XI.
“Halloa, Jim,” said Nathans, “have you come to worry the good gentleman?”
“I’ve come for what’s due me!” growled the boy.
“Due you? Nothing is due you. Don’t think you can demand a sum of money and then get it. What have you done for us?”
“Got you the girl, and pointed out Cooper. You and Benson wouldn’t have known about them if it hadn’t been for me.”
Nathans shrugged his shoulders.
“Heap you did for us. Look, the girl’s saddled upon her cousin for no telling how long, and Cooper is only serving a term which does us no good.”
Jim cackled a funny little laugh.
“Pooh,” said he. “I wouldn’t give five cents for that girl’s chance of life if you two got your hands upon her. Poor little thing, she is too pretty to be with men like you.”
He crossed his legs and puffed out smoke from a vile-smelling cigar.