"Look here, Jim, if you ain't playin' square with me—"
"I intend playing more than square with you, but I want you to know that I'm not afraid of you; I've taken the trouble to look you up. The Pinkertons have long memories," he said, significantly.
Snyder was visibly impressed, and Wheaton made haste to follow up his advantage.
"You've got to get away from here, Billy, and be in a hurry about it. How much money have you?"
"Not a red cent."
"What became of that money Mr. Saxton gave you?"
"Well, to tell the truth I owed a few little bills back at Great River and I settled up, like any square man would."
"If you told the truth, you'd say you drank up what you hadn't gambled away." Wheaton moved toward the door.
"At eight to-morrow night."
"Make it two hundred, Jim," whined Snyder.