“You bat my life on that,” Tony answered with a grin. “We catch those fellow pretty soon.”
“Catch ’em? Who wants to catch ’em? If Roddy had any guts he’d march up there and shoot ’em down. Johnny Dice ain’t worth a cent to me alive.”
“He mak’ lot of trouble, heem.”
“You said it, Madeiras! He ain’t licked till he’s in the ground.”
“Johnny ain’t worth a cent to you alive; how much he worth daid, señor?”
Aaron’s head came up at that and he studied the Basque’s face without answering. Then:
“What you drivin’ at?”
“Mebbe man get up those rocks in back of heem, eh?”
“You mean you?”
“Mebbe me,” Tony muttered.