"It's a swell proposition!"
"It's a hell of a proposition!"
"Well? You need to say right now. I don't need to remind you of Lorson Harris."
"God curse Lorson Harris!"
"Just so."
Tough was unrelenting in his pressure upon his victim. Lorson Harris chose his agents well.
Suddenly Nicol flung out his hands in a furious gesture.
"God's hell light on him! Yes," he cried, with eyes aflame, and his ungovernable temper surging. "I'll put his filthy work through. But when I've done it he'll need to hand me that hundred thousand dollars in cash right here before he learns a darn thing of the place he's yearning to grab. Get me? He reckons that he's got the drop on me. Well, maybe he has. But he don't get my tongue wagging till I get the cash pappy. Savee that, and savee it good!"
"But you'll do it?"
"That's what I've been shouting at you."