“It ’ud be a swell trade,” he agreed at last. “An’ honest.”
“From this side the border.”
Pideau had forgotten the murder he had contemplated. He had forgotten everything in the prospections it contained for him.
“I got the dollars, too,” he went on eagerly. “I could set up a still, an’ brew rotgut fer big money.”
“An’ it would need the two of us to handle it.”
“Yes.”
“As partners.”
“Ye-es.”
The Wolf laughed. He read the meaning of the hesitation.
“We need to be partners—now, Pideau,” he said firmly.