“And you think I’ve got it?”
“I know it’s on this stage-coach.”
“Come, now, what’ll you bet?” drawled Cody easily.
“What are you waiting for, Cody?” demanded the outlaw angrily. “I know you’ve got it. Shell out!”
“You know a lot, Bennett.”
“I know the gold is there.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“I am not. I had a friend who saw it put on board. You’ve got it, and I intend to possess it.”
“Go ahead and possess,” drawled the scout.
“Don’t you trifle with me, Cody! I know you wouldn’t have been put up to drive this old hearse if the soldiers’ money was not aboard.”