He's working for both towns.

If he brings money from outside, that's good for both towns.

If he--" "Shut your mouth, let Ingolby speak for himself," snarled the big river-driver.

"Take his dollars out of your pocket and put them on the bar, the dollars Ingolby gives you to say all this.

Put them dollars of Ingolby's up for drinks, or we'll give you a jar that'll shake you, old wart-hog." At that instant a figure forced itself through the crowd, and broke into the packed circle which was drawing closer upon the old man.
It was Jethro Fawe.