And there it is." So saying, he slammed a sack of gold dust of the size of a bologna sausage down upon the bar.
Nobody spoke.

Thornton's bluff, if bluff it was, had been called.

He could feel a flush of warm blood creeping up his face.

His tongue had tricked him.

He did not know whether Buck could start a thousand pounds.
Half a ton! The enormousness of it appalled him.