I am not seeking trouble with you, sir; I don't want trouble.

But, as long as I remain in charge here no gambling or drinking places are going to be opened on the railroad's land." "Mr.Reade," inquired the gambler, his smile fading, "do you object to giving me a word in private ?" "Not at all," Tom declared.

"But it won't help your plans." "I'd like just a word with you alone," coaxed the gambler.
Nodding, Reade stepped away with the gambler to a distance of a hundred feet or so from the rapidly increasing crowd.
"I expect to make a little money out of this tent outfit, of course," explained Jim Duff.
"I expect that you won't make a dollar out of it--on railway property," returned Reade steadily.
"I'm going to make a little money--not much," Duff went on.

"Now, if I can make the whole deal with you, and if no one else is allowed to bother me, I can afford to pass you one hundred dollars a day for the tent privilege." Before even expectant Tom realized what was happening, Duff had pressed a wad of paper money into his hand.
"What is this ?" demanded Reade.
"Don't let everyone see it," warned the gambler.

"You'll find two hundred dollars there, in bills.