Hajason stroked his beard thoughtfully; then he promised—
“As soon as we git the man an’ woman on hosses an’ ready to cut an’ run I’ll hand over.”
Hester’s visage grew dark with passion, but he feared Hajason and smothered his rage and reluctantly agreed:
“Ye drive a fussy bargain. But I’ll agree, providin’ ye can pay me the minute we catch ’em.”
Hajason tapped a bulging belt under his hunting-shirt and assured:
“I’ve got it with me. Don’t fret any. I’ve been lookin’ for the game to bust up an’ always go loaded. It’s yers once we nail ’em.”
“All right,” said Hester, catching a horse and mounting.
Red Hajason climbed into a saddle and ordered the guards to take the horses down the trail a mile.
“We’ll save time pickin’ ’em up there,” he laughed.
“There’ll be some pretty profits out of the nags an’ the saddles,” mused Hester. “S’pose I come in on that?”