"Ye returned the money bekase ye had ter," said Spearman grimly. "If us fellers hadn't blowed in here, we wouldn't 'a' got it."
"You're wrong there, Spearman," called Matt. "I have told you once, and I repeat it now, that Prebbles gave up that moment before he, or any of the rest of us, knew you were coming here. I protest against such inhuman treatment as you're planning to give him."
"All right," grinned Spearman, "protest. Now, we'll let that drap while we consider the case o' the gent on the floor. I reckon, Motor Matt, ye're plumb anxious ter take him ter Totten, ain't ye?"
"I am," answered Matt. "As I told you, he's wanted by the government."
"It 'u'd be a feather in yer cap if ye toted him in, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know anything about that, and I don't care. He's a scoundrel, and ought to be punished."
"An' thar's a thousand out fer him?"
"Yes."
"Which ye'd git?"
"No. It goes to another man."