"Better take your five thousand," he suggested good-naturedly. "It's better than nothing. Holliday could double-cross us."
That cool!
"Winner take all," droned Perry.
"Winner take all!" Dunham snapped.
And that afternoon they signed articles, Hamilton acting for Blair.
The same night Perry told Felicity what he had done.
"So I—I'll either have twenty thousand dollars in a month or so," he made bad work of it, "or I'll know that I'm never likely to have it. If you—if you'll wait … I'm glad you like the country. I've always wanted a ranch."
Felicity was needlessly callous, either because it made her despise herself a little for the part she had played, or because she was just Felicity. Surely she was more brutal than she need have been.
For she sat, chin propped upon one hand, and stared derisively into the boy's self-conscious eyes.
"You poor hick!" she said deliberately. "You poor cross-roads hick! Twenty thousand dollars? Why, that's chicken-feed compared with my price."