"I'll change into my old clothes, put four mud chains on my car, and drive up, to the exchange in a hurry, then give some gabby guy a tip to grab Desert Scorpion for me at a dollar and a half--all he can get.

After that I'll shoot out of town on high, with the cut-out open.

There will be a string of cars after me inside of half an hour, and the stock will be up before I can get back." "We'll make good, all right," McWade asserted.

"Those customers are in luck dealing with a house like us.

All they expect is a chance to get out with a profit and sting the next fellow.