“What did he say about Collins?”
Butch grunted disgustedly.
“Jist between me and you, Marsh was drunk. He thinks he’s a tin god, Marsh does. I don’t think the fool realises his danger.”
“You think there’s something going wrong, Butch?”
“Don’t you?”
Della shrugged her shoulders wearily.
“I don’t know, and I’m getting so I don’t care. All I want is that money. When I get it, you watch, my dust. If anybody ever gets me into an Arizona desert again, they’ll have to use chloroform on me. I don’t care what happens to Kendall Marsh, after I get the money.”
Butch laughed shortly.
“Why the horse-laugh?” she asked quickly. “Does that mean he ain’t going to come through?”
“I never said he wasn’t, did I? He sent word to you to-night, Dell. He wants me to bring you to the ranch to-morrow afternoon; so that him and you can talk things over.”