“No. I tell you I want to buy,” said the man, with some warmth. “I didn’t come here to peddle my share.”
“And I didn’t ask you to come,” said Mr. Havens softly. “I don’t want to sell.”
“I’ve come here prepared to buy,” declared the man blusteringly.
“Sorry. Looks like a deadlock to me,” said Mr. Havens coolly. “By the way, what is your name, Stranger?”
“Steve Brant. You don’t know me,” said the man ungraciously.
“No. You’re not at home in Silver Run, I take it?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Nothing particular to bring you here but a desire to buy my interest in the Crayton claim?”
“No,” repeated the man.
“Then,” drawled Mr. Havens, “there’s nothing to keep you from taking the next stage-coach out. It leaves the Silver Run Hotel this afternoon at two.”