He was neither spy nor eavesdropper.

For once, something within urged him to keep out of sight and silent.
"Where be you, pardner ?" called Pete's voice, nearer at hand now.
"Right here, Pete," called Black.
"What do you want, pardner ?" demanded the bad man, coming through the brush.
"Lend me a couple of hundred dollars, Pete," laughed 'Gene Black.
"Did you call me here for any such fool talk as that ?" scowled Pete.
"No," Black admitted.

"Pete, I don't believe you have two hundred dollars.

But you'd like to have.

Now, wouldn't you!" "Two hundred silver bricks," retorted Bad Pete, his eyes gleaming, "is the price of shooting up a whole town.