“Then what do you propose? We may as well come to a definite arrangement.”
The rancher’s tone was peculiar.
“We’ll run this thing for all it’s worth. Hang to it as long as there’s a cent to be made.”
Hervey helped himself to more whisky. His self-satisfaction was immense. He had not thought that Iredale would have been so easy to handle.
“Um. A very nice, comfortable arrangement––for you.” Iredale moistened his lips slowly. “You’ll sup the juice while I squeeze the orange for you. No, friend Hervey, I’m not dealing.”
“But you must!”
“Must?”
“Yes; don’t be a fool. It means more money to you, and I shall share in the profits.”
“If I wanted to make more money I could continue in the business alone. I am not here to make money for you.”