"I've come about that six thousand dollars Mr.Guise of Slow Down Ranch owes me," the old man said without any formal salutation.

He was evidently not good-humoured.
At sight of Mazarine, Burlingame at once accepted the general verdict concerning him.

That, however, would not prejudice him greatly.
Burlingame had no moral sense.

Mazarine's face might revolt him, but not his character.
"I've got the cash here for you, and I'll have in a witness and hand the money over at once," he said: "The receipt is ready.

I assume you are Joel Mazarine," he added, in a weak attempt at being humorous.
"Get on with the business, Mister," said the old man surlily.
In a few moments he had the six thousand dollars in good government notes in two inner pockets of his shirt.