"It'd make me sick, too, if anybody called me a dog," Farland declared.
The man before him did not reply to that, but Farland could see the anger burning in his face.
"Come closer," Farland whispered.
The man obeyed instantly.
"Can anybody overhear what I say to you?"
"No. Everybody's gone—but they'll be back soon."
"Why are you working for these people?"
"Coin, of course—and precious little of it I've seen so far," was the reply.
"Then you haven't any other interest in this business? Maybe we can make a deal."
"What sort of a deal?"