I don't want Cardigan to know.

There's an old Indian named Mooie, who lives in a shack just beyond the sawmill.

Give him ten dollars and tell him there is another ten in it if he sees the business through, and reports properly to you, and keeps his mouth shut afterward.

Here--the money is under my pillow." Kent pulled out a wallet and put fifty dollars in Mercer's hands.
"Buy cigars with the rest of it, old man.

It's of no more use to me.
And this little trick you are going to pull off is worth it.