Drake, why don't you speak ?' 'Because there's no bargain to be made between you and me,' replied Drake.

'If you tell me where the gold dust's hid, it will be given back to the people it belonged to, or rather to those of them you left alive.

You can do some good that way by telling me, but you won't save your life.' Steps were heard to approach the hut; there was a rap on the door.
'Well ?' asked Drake.
Gorley raised himself from the floor.
'I am not making you rich and letting you kill me too,' he said; and then, 'Who cares?
I'm ready.' Drake opened the door and stepped out.

Gorley swaggered after him.

He stood for a moment on the threshold.