"The money—at the Concho."
"Oh, that! Why, Billy, I was jest stringin' you! Supposin' somebody was to make a try for it; there's Chance like to be prowlin' around and the safe ain't standin' open nights. Besides, Jack sleeps next to the office. That was a josh."
"Well, I could handle Chance," said Corliss. "And I know the combination to the safe, if it hasn't been changed. You said Jack was likely to be away nights, now."
Fadeaway shook his head. "You're dreamin', Bill. 'Sides, I wouldn't touch a job like that for less'n five hundred."
"Would you—for five hundred?"
"I dunno. Depends on who I was ridin' with."
"Well, I'll divvy up—give you five hundred if you'll come in on it."
Again Fadeaway shook his head. "It's too risky, Billy. 'Course you mean all right—but I reckon you ain't got nerve enough to put her through."
"I haven't!" flashed Corliss. "Try me!"
"And make a get-away," continued the cowboy. "I wouldn't want to see you pinched."