The handy-man looked at him doubtfully, sullenly.
"I don't want to hang him, he's always treated me white enough, though I never liked him to hurt."
Gilmore laughed unpleasantly.
"Oh, there's no chance of that, your evidence won't hang him, but it will give him a whole lot to think about; and Langham's a pretty decent fellow; if you treat him right, he'll keep you drunk for the rest of your days; you'll own him body and soul."
"A ignorant man like me couldn't go up against a sharp lawyer like Marsh Langham! Do you know what'd happen to me? I'll tell you; I'd get so damned well fixed I'd never look at daylight except through jail windows; that's the trick I'd serve myself, boss."
"I'll take that off your hands," said Gilmore.
"And what do you get out of it, boss?" inquired the astute Mr. Montgomery.
"You'll have to put your trust in my benevolence, Joe!" said the gambler. "But I am willing to admit I want to see North put where he'll have every inducement to attend strictly to his own business!"