"Three hundred dollars, for my claim on the lode?
That's what it comes to, and I reckon that's all I'd get!" He flung out his hand, scattering the crumpled bills.

"There's your dirty money.

I've got you corralled!" Stormont was quiet; dangerously quiet Thirlwell thought, because it was obvious that Drummond had led him on until he learned his plans.

He stooped and began to pick up the bills, moving about, for the bits of paper were scattered and indistinct.

One had fallen by a heavy stone, and Thirlwell felt his nerves tingle as Stormont got nearer.