“Man, can’t you talk?” demanded Big Medicine.
“Oh, I can talk all right,” said Meline.
“Then go ahead. I don’t understand it.”
Big Medicine swung his head and looked at the crowd, but his gaze came back to Meline.
“You are Doctor Meline?”
It was both a question and a statement.
“The notorious Doctor Meline,” corrected Torres. “The biggest drug-seller in the West, the crook who sent you a bundle of paper instead of money.”
Big Medicine stared at Torres. Meline whirled angrily on the Mexican, but decided that it was better to face one man at a time.
“Is this true, Jim Meline?” asked Big Medicine hoarsely.
“True?” Meline laughed. “Well, if it is—what then?”