"What!"
"Set the house of Clay Poynter on fire—isn't that plain enough? Never you mind what for—that's my own affair. It's enough that I've good reasons, and when I come back, I'll tell you. Will you do it?"
"Its a risky job—" hesitated Sprowl.
"No it isn't, either. But, yes or no, because if you won't, there's others—"
"Enough! I'll do it. But cash down, you know," leered Sprowl.
"Do you doubt my honor?" exclaimed the villainous mongrel.
"Not in the least," coolly responded his colleague, "but it's my way of doing business."
"Well, there's half of it. The rest I'll hand you in the morning."
"But supposing you should get rubbed out to-night?" suggested Sprowl.
"Curse your croaking!" hotly exclaimed Redlaw, thrusting out another bill. "There; will that do?"