How much did they offer you, Lee?
How much am I worth to the little old U.S.A. ?" "I--I--it wasn't the money.

I was afraid to stick with my game any longer." The long rider had already turned towards the door, making no effort to keep his face to the agent.

The latter, flushing again, moved his hand towards his hip, but stopped the movement.

The last threat of Silent carried a deep conviction with it.

He knew that the faith of lone riders to each other was an inviolable bond.