The job will cost you one hundred thousand dollars." "You--you----" Gretzinger choked.
"Cash down before I move a wheel," Pat added, calmly.
The other was white with rage.

He cast his cigarette upon the floor and ground it under his heel.

His lips worked and twisted in a vicious snarl.

Carrigan observed him unmoved; and Bryant had turned his head about to see.
"You grafters, you infernal thieves, you pair of rotten crooks!" he shouted, shooting murderous glances from one to the other.

"You've 'framed' me! Arranged it between you.