“I think it will do,” he said.
He stripped off some bills, from a roll he drew from his pocket, and passed them to the man of the blond hair.
“Five hundred,” he said; “count it; you’ll get the other five at the end of the week.”
The stranger slipped the bank bills through his fingers quickly, then put them in his wallet.
“Correct,” he declared. “Bring along your cattle and I’ll take care of ’em for you.”
“You go with us down to my place now,” said Gopher Gabe, “and we’ll turn ’em over to you there; and find some men who will help you get ’em up here. How does that suit you?”
“If the bunch should be jumped on its way here, you don’t want to be found with it. That’s your idea?”
“I’m paying you to take that risk.”
“That’s clever of you, anyway.”
“I admit that in this game against Cody I’m playing double,” said the saloon keeper. “You’ll know by and by how that is.”