Here!" Black peeled some banknotes from his roll.
"Ten twenties, Pete.

That makes the two hundred I was talking to you about.

Understand, man, that isn't your pay.

That's simply your expense money, for you to spend while you're hanging about.
Stick to me, do things just as I want them done, and your pay will run several times as high as your expense money." "Do you know how long I've been looking for this sort o' thing, pardner ?" Pete inquired huskily.
"No; of course not," rejoined 'Gene Black rather impatiently.
"All my life," returned Bad Pete solemnly.

"Pardner, I'll sell myself to you for the money you've been talking about." "Come along, then.