They are apt to be hasty on the trigger, and they have orders to shoot if--" "My dear Brice," expostulated Hade, a trifle wearily, "if we were playing poker, and you held four aces to my two deuces--would you waste breath in explaining to me that I was hopelessly beaten?
I'm no fool.

I gather that you've marched my men off to jail.

May I ask why you made an exception of me?
Why did you bring me back here ?" "Can't you imagine ?" asked Brice.

"You say you're no fool.
Prove it.

Prove it by--" "By telling you where I have cached as much of the silver as we've jettisoned thus far ?" supplemented Hade.