“It was your idea to make old Skelton sick of his place, so’s he’d be willin’ to sell cheap.”
“Yeah? How did I know that he was going to hang on in spite of everything? I done the best I could.”
“I reckon so, Spot. Doc Clevis tried to buy it agin’ from Skelton and the old son-of-a-gun made him a price this time.”
“How much, Jake?”
“Hundred thousand dollars.”
“That,” said Hagen seriously, “is more’n it’s worth.”
“Aw, ——!” exploded Easton. “If you’re tryin’ to be funny, Hagen——”
“Well, ain’t it?” wailed Hagen.
Easton turned back to Blue.
“You slam them two jaspers into jail right away,” he said. “If you need more help I can send in some of the boys from the 88.”