"What things?"
Garman smiled slightly, a slow, amused smile.
"Payne, if I told you that I'm afraid you'd pull up stakes and get out pronto."
Payne laughed.
"That would leave you broken-hearted, wouldn't it, Garman?"
"No-o-o," said Garman; "but it would—well it would deprive me of your company. I'm a sociable animal, Payne. I crave company; I like to have all sorts of people about me. Take Ramos, for instance; did you ever see a more supercilious, sneaky, disagreeable specimen of the half-breed Mexican? Neither have I. You, I suppose, wouldn't have him 'round you."
"Not if I was able to kick him away."
"Exactly; and thereby you would be depriving yourself of most excellent entertainment, besides the services of a most useful servant."
"I haven't got any dirty work to be done, Garman."
Garman smoked deliberately for several seconds.