If you carry it through safely, there's a hundred in it for you.

If you fall down, why, you fall out of an easy place on this ranch." The big cattleman wiped a growing perspiration from his forehead and considered his boss with plaintive eyes.
"This tenderfoot who's coming is green to the range, but he's a hard man; a fine horseman, a sure shot, and a natural fighter.

More than that, he's coming here looking for trouble; and he'll expect to get the trouble from you." Lawlor brushed his moustache anxiously.
"Let someone else take the job--that's all.

A hundred ain't to be picked up every week, but I'll do without it.

In my day I've done my share of brawlin' around, but I'm too stiff in the joints to make a fast draw and getaway now.