You've gone mad--mad as a rock-rabbit, Quade! Do you mean to tell me you're on the square when you offer to turn over a half of your share in the gold if I help you to get this woman ?" "I do," replied Quade thickly.

"I mean just that! And we'll put it down in black an' white--here, now.

You fix the papers, same as any other deal, and I'll sign!" For a moment Culver Rann did not reply.

He leaned back in his chair, thrust the thumbs of his white hands in his vest, and sent a cloud of smoke above his head.

Then he looked at Quade, a gleam of humour in his eyes.
"Nothing like a woman for turning a man's head soft," he chuckled.