"No. But I'll follow you, Denver. And I'll get you. You understand? I'll stay on your trail till I have you."
Again there was a long moment of silence, then, "Black Jack!" muttered
Denver. "You're like his ghost! I think you'd get me, right enough! Well,
I'll call it off. This fifty will help me along a ways."
At the door he whirled sharply on Terence Hollis. "How much have you got left?" he asked.
"Enough," said Terry.
"Then lemme have another fifty, will you?"
"I'm sorry. I can't quite manage it."
"Make it twenty-five, then."
"Can't do that either, Denver. I'm very sorry."
"Hell, man! Are you a short sport? I got a long jump before me. Ain't you got any credit around this town?"
"I—not very much, I'm afraid."