"What do you mean?" demanded Fred, trying to bluster, but making a failure of the attempt.
"It'll take five more to give me lock-jaw," declared Scammon. "I'm jest out of prison, and I mean to enjoy myself restin' a few days before I settle down to a job again. So, to-morrow, turn up with the five!"
"I don't know where to get the money."
"Find out, then," sneered the other. "I don't care where you get it, but you've got to get it and hand it over to me to-morrow, or it'll be too late, an' Gridley'll be too hot a place for 'ye!"
"I'll try," agreed Ripley, weakly.
"Ye'll do more'n try, 'cause if ye fail me ye'll have no further show," declared Tip, with emphasis.
"See, here, Scammon, if I can find another five—-somehow—-that'll be the last of this business? You won't expect to get any more money out of me?"
"The five that you're goin' to bring me tomorrow will be in full payment."
"Of all possible claims to date?" Fred insisted.
"Yes, in full—-to date," agreed Scammon, grinning as though he were enjoying himself.