“Where do I get the forty-five hundred?”
“At Boucicault’s, Hamilton Street, Brooklyn.”
“Don’t try any of your Montana tricks with me, you two. I won’t stand for it, and I’ll queer your game if it lands me in the pen.”
“Don’t squeal till we throw you down,” put in Starlick.
“Bring a duplicate assay certificate, Gillman,” said Ramsay, “and you’ll get your bonus without any question.”
“Then I’ll pull out. You fellows may depend on me.”
“If you queer this deal, without our throwing you down, you’ll never live to queer another.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m out for the stuff, and this looks like easy money. What time shall I be at Boucicault’s?”
“Be there at ten.”
“Good!”