“She’ll be well paid for it,” gruffly.
“Yeah, I s’pose,” Hashknife sighed. “She done a lot for me too, but I won’t be able to pay much. Still, I can sure be just as grateful as I can be to her and Wanna.”
“You rather like Wanna too, don’t you?” There was a sneer in Jack’s voice.
“Rather,” said Hashknife softly.
“I thought so. Well, don’t let me stand in your way, Hartley.”
Hashknife’s eyes half-closed as he looked at the younger man, a look that other men had seen just before a swift draw.
“Hill,” he said icily, “yo’re walkin’ a narrow trail. Wanna is a mighty sweet girl, and I’m old enough to be her father. Yo’re not in my way, young feller. If you was, I’d tie you in a hard knot, so damned hard that nothin’ would ever untie yuh. Personally, I don’t think yo’re worth the dynamite it would take to blow yuh to hell. Now yuh know where I stand.”
“I’m going to worry a lot about that,” sneered Hill.
He was stimulated to a point where nothing would make him realize his foolishness. His eyes were slightly glassy and he laughed immoderately. Hashknife looked at him curiously, turned, and went into the kitchen.