“The dough, the boodle, the twenty-five grand,” insisted Kirk.
“Oh, I’ve got a cache, all right,” said the prospector. “Don’t you worry about that. Now, you see why I won’t turn you in.”
“I see more than that,” declared Kirk. “You’ve got just one chance for your life, partner. That’s to dig up that dough. Cash is what I need to make a getaway.”
Teagler appeared to be deliberating.
“All right,” he said, at last. “I’ll show you.”
“In the shanty here?” asked Kirk.
Teagler shook his head.
“Out by the mine. I’ll show you.”
“Any tricks and I’ll blow you to everlastin’ ⸺” threatened the thief.
He placed his gun on the table while he untied the hands of his captive. Kirk’s intentions were unchanged. He would take no chances on leaving Teagler alive, less so now that cash was in prospect which would help him to a safe getaway.