"Now don't let's take any chances to-morrow, see? We're both out for the coin. What do you want to do—win or lose?" Skinner jumped back to the door and listened.
"What?"
"Don't stall!" the stranger cried, impatiently. "Will I win or will you? What's it worth?" He clipped his words short, his eyes darted furtive glances here and there.
"Can I win?" gasped Speed.
"You can if there's enough in it for me. I'm broke, see? You bet five hundred, and we'll cut it two ways."
"I-I haven't that much with me."
"Borrow it. Don't be a boob. Meet me in Albuquerque Sunday, and we'll split there."
"Is that all I have to do?"
"Certainly. What's the matter with you, anyhow?" Skinner cast a suspicious glance at his companion.
"I-I guess I'm rattled—it's all so sudden."