“Say, you don’t pack all that money along with you?”
“Yes. Where else would I keep it?”
“Wansfell, some of these robbers will murder you.”
“Not if I see them first. My friend, don’t be concerned. Surely I don’t look sick.”
“Humph! Well, just the same, now that you’re headin’ up into this country, I advise you to be careful. Don’t let anybody see you with money. I’ve been held up an’ robbed three times.”
“Didn’t you make a fight for your gold?”
“No chance. I was waylaid—had to throw up my hands.... They tell me you are ready with a gun, Wansfell?”
“Dismukes, you seem to have heard much about me.”
“But you didn’t throw a gun on Baldy McKue,” said Dismukes, with a dark flare from his rolling eyes.
“No—I did not,” replied Adam.