"None of that kind of talk," returned Snyder sharply. "Now what you got to say for yourself?"
"It isn't necessary for me to say anything about myself," said Wheaton coolly. "What I'm going to say is that you've got to get out of here in a hurry and stay out."
Snyder leaned back in his chair and recrossed his legs on the table.
"Don't get funny, Jim. Large bodies move slow. It took me a long time to find you and I don't intend to let go in a hurry."
"I have no more jobs for you; if you stay about here you'll get into trouble. I was a fool to send you to that ranch. I heard about your little round with the sheriff, and the gambling you carried on in the ranch house."
"Well, when you admit you're a fool you're getting on," said Snyder with a chuckle.
"Now I'm going to make you a fair offer; I'll give you one hundred dollars to clear out,—go to Mexico or Canada—"
"Or hell or any comfortable place," interrupted Snyder derisively.
"And not come here again," continued Wheaton calmly. "If you do—!"
It was to be a question of bargain and sale, as both men realized.