Thirty-two hundred dollars he counted in bills of large denomination--impressively clean, crisp bills, some of them--and mentally placed that amount to one side.

That would pay old Sudden, interest and all.

What was left he could do with as he pleased.

He counted it again.

There were three hundred dollars left from what Bland had earned--Bland-- What had become of Bland, anyway?
Little runt might be broke again; in fact, it was practically certain that he would be broke again, though he must have had close to a hundred dollars when they landed in Los Angeles.