"The tar-and-feathers for which Mrs.Tynan asks will be yours at any moment I raise my hand in Askatoon.

There are enough women alone who would do it." "Talk of that after midnight," sneered Burlingame desperately as the door was opened for him by Crozier.

"Better not go out by the front gate," remarked Crozier scornfully.

"Mrs.Tynan is a woman of her word, and the hose is handy." A moment later, with contemptuous satisfaction, he saw Burlingame climb the picket-fence at the side of the house.
Turning back into the room, he threw up his arms.
"Midnight--midnight--my God, where am I to get the money! I must--I must have it...

It's the only way back." Sitting down at the table, he dropped his head into his hands and shut his eyes in utter dejection.