“I mean I’ll stick a knife in your ribs, if you try any trickery with me,” replied Pete, scowling. “You made the terms yourself, and you’ve got to live up to ’em. It’s a quarter each, all around.”
“That’s wrong!” yelled Daggett, springing to his feet. “I’m to have a third, for guiding you. If it hadn’t been for me, you couldn’t get away with the gold at all.”
“Who promised you a third?” asked Hayes.
“Larkin.”
“Well, let Larkin make it up to you, out of his own share. I’m going to have a quarter.”
“And so am I,” said Judson, fingering his revolver.
Larkin glared at them with a white face.
“We won’t quarrel about it, boys,” he said, after a time. “There’s plenty for all, and we must hang together till we’re out of danger. I’ll take what you think is right, for my share.”
“I’ll take my third, an’ no less,” growled Daggett.
No one looked at him. Each seemed to be busy with his own thoughts.