"Thirlwell's not a fool.

If you, want me to put it over, you'll have to come up." "A good job in our office and six hundred dollars: three hundred now.

If Thirlwell finds out and gets after you, come along to my camp." "Where is your camp ?" "Behind some rocks, about two miles up the lake.

Follow the creek and you'll come to a log that has fallen across." "Very well; I'll take the money." Stormont pulled out his wallet, and then Thirlwell came near to betraying himself, because the dramatic surprise was almost too much for his self-control.

Drummond snatched the bills from the other's hand and laughed, a savage, scornful laugh.
"You thieving hog; you blasted _fool_!" he cried.
"What d'you mean ?" Stormont shouted, springing to his feet.
"Did you think you could play me for a sucker _twice_ ?" Drummond rejoined.