“Yes, there is. You fellers ain’t a-comin’ here no more till you pays yer bills. This is the third time you’ve tried to let ’em run, an’ by thunder I ain’t a-goin’ to stand it. I don’t believe you’ve got no money anyhow, an’ I’m goin’ to stop this——”
“Oh, shut up, confound ye!” broke in Bull, impatiently. “Who asked you to trust them? Don’t be a fool! Take that and shut up your mouth.”
These not over polite remarks came as Bull flung three or four of the five-dollar gold pieces with a lordly air onto the table. The fellow eyed them greedily, then gathered them up and left the room.
Bull turned to rouse his companions, chuckling to himself as he did so.
“Come on, boys,” said he. “Get up there and hustle.”
Baby Edwards, having been kicked unceremoniously to the floor, got up growling. Merry Vance likewise wanted to fight Gus, who woke him. But the five got started finally and made for the door. Beyond that, however, they did not get, for there they encountered the brawny form of Jake.
“Stop!” said he, briefly.
“What do you want now?” demanded Bull.
The other extended his hand, in which lay the coins.
“Don’t want ’em,” said he.