Finally he spoke once more, but gruffly enough, leaning forward, and lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper.
"Wal' now see yere, Moffett, I'm goin' fer ter be damn plain with yer.
I'm a plain man myself, an' don't never beat about no bush.

I reckon yer whut yer say ye are, fer thar ain't no reason, fer as I kin see, why we should lie 'bout it.

Yer flat broke, an' need coin, an' I'm takin' at yer own word--thet ye don't care overly much how ye git it.
Thet true ?" "Just 'bout--so it ain't no hangin' job." "Hell, thar ain't really no manner o' risk at all.

Yer don't even hav' ter break the law fer as I know.

It's just got fer ter be done on the dead quiet, an' no question asked.