Satan grinned.
“Well,” said he, “we’ve fixed things so far,—two out of every three dollars to you and no deductions.”
“That’s it,” said Sellers.
“And now we’ve fixed terms,” said Satan, “I want to know all about this hooker.”
“Which was you meaning?” asked Sellers.
“The wreck.”
“Listen to him!” cried Sellers. “Mean to say you don’t know all about her?”
“N’more than Adam. I’ve heard from Pap she was called the Nombre de Dios, and was full of gold plate got from churches; but that’s not much more than a name and a yarn. I’ve never banked much on the yarn. Seems too much of the New Jerusalem touch about it for me.”
“Well, maybe you’re wrong,” said Sellers.
“Spit it out,” said Satan. “Tell us what you know about her. You’ve got the contrac’; give us the news.”