Threaten nothing! Collins ain't that
kind of a hairpin. He'd tell us to shoot and be damned."
"So you've got it fixed with him?" demanded Neil.
"You've a head like a sheep, York," admired Leroy. "YOU don't
need any brick-wall hints to hit you. As your think-tank has
guessed, I have come to an understanding with Collins."
"But the gyurl--I allow the old major would come down with a
right smart ransom."
"Wrong guess, York. I allow he would come down with a right smart
posse and wipe us off the face of the earth. Collins tells me the
major has sent for a couple of Apache trailers from the
reservation. That means it's up to us to hike for Sonora. The
only point is whether we take that buried money with us or leave
it here. If I make a deal with Collins, we get it. If I don't,
it's somebody else's gold-mine. Anything more the committee of
investigation would like to know?" concluded Leroy, as his cold
eyes raked them scornfully and came to rest on Reilly.
"Not for mine," said Neil, with an apologetic laugh. "I'm
satisfied. I just wanted to know. And I guess Cork corroborates."
Reilly growled something under his breath, and turned to hulk
away.
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