"Well," said Goliday, "let's be friends. I'll be quite frank. I want the S Bar. Is it true yo're goin' there to run the place for the old woman?"
"It is," The Kid told him.
"I'll pay yuh well to let the place alone," offered Goliday after a pause. "I'll give five thousand cash for the ranch, and if the deal goes through, why I'm willin' to ante up another thousand to split between you four.
"I'm a generous man, and it'll pay to have me for a friend. Savvy? As an enemy I won't be so good. Now, Mr. Wolf, if that's yore name, just advise Mrs. Thomas to sell right away. Is it a bargain?"
"It's mo' than that," murmured The Kid softly. "It's an insult."
Goliday did not seem to hear this remark. He reached into his vest and drew out something that glittered in the sun.
"Here's a hundred and twenty to bind the bargain—six double eagles.
And there's more where these came from. Will yuh take 'em?"
"I'll take 'em," drawled Kid Wolf. He reached out for the gold, and they clinked into his palm.
"I'll take 'em," he repeated, "and beah's what I'll do with 'em!"
With a sweeping movement, he tossed them high into the air. The sun glittered on them as they went up. Then, with his other hand, The Kid drew one of his guns.