"He's been wanting brandy all the time, but it doesn't seem to have muddled him." Winston dismissed the man and sat down in front of Courthorne.
"Well ?" he said.
Courthorne laughed.

"You ought to be a witty man, though one would scarcely charge you with that.

You surmised correctly this morning.
It is money I want." "You had my answer." "Of course.

Still, I don't want very much in the meanwhile, and you haven't heard what led up to the demand, or why I came back to you.
You are evidently not curious, but I'm going to tell you.

Soon after I left you, I fell very sick, and lay in the saloon of a little desolate settlement for days.