“Ain't Gulden a-goin' to divide up thet big nugget?”
“He is if he's square.”
A chorus of affirmatives from the bandits strengthened Kells's statement. Gulden moved heavily and ponderously, and he pushed some of his comrades aside to get nearer to Kells.
“Wasn't it my right to do a job by myself—when I wanted?” he demanded.
“No. I agreed to let you fight when you wanted. To kill a man when you liked!... That was the agreement.”
“What'd I kill a man for?”
No one answered that in words, but the answer was there, in dark faces.
“I know what I meant,” continued Gulden. “And I'm going to keep this nugget.”
There was a moment's silence. It boded ill to the giant.
“So—he declares himself,” said Blicky, hotly. “Boss, what you say goes.”