Stannard gave him a roll of paper money and turned to Jackson.
"I'll take mine," said Jackson. "In the morning I pull out."
"You stated you meant to stop for a time."
"There's nothing in the game for me, and I don't see what Deering expects to get," said Jackson in a languid voice. "I doubt if you'll keep him long; the boys in his home section, on the coast, reckon he puts up a square deal. Anyhow, you can't have my help."
Stannard gave him a searching glance and Deering straightened his big body. Jackson's glance was quietly scornful.
"A hundred dollars is a useful sum, but my mark's higher, and I play with men. Maybe I'll meet up with some rich tourists at the Banff hotels," he resumed, and giving the others a careless nod, went off.
"A queer fellow, but sometimes his mood is nasty," said Deering. "I felt I'd like to throw him over the rails."
"As a rule, his sort carry a gun," Stannard remarked.
Deering wiped some liquor from the table, picked up Jimmy's glass, which was on the floor, and put away the cards.
"In the morning you had better give the China boy two dollars," he said in a meaning voice, and when he went to the door Stannard put out the light.