It was here his bad blood showed.
"Wal, I ain't lendin' money," replied Lem, as he assorted his winnings.
"Wade, here's what you staked me, an' much obliged." "I'm out, an' I can't lend you any," said Jim.
Bludsoe had a good share of the profits of that quick game, but he made no move to lend any of it.

Belllounds glared impatiently at them.
"Hell! you took my money.

I'll have satisfaction," he broke out, almost shouting.
"We won it, didn't we ?" rejoined Lem, cool and easy.

"An' you can have all the satisfaction you want, right now or any time." Wade held out a handful of money to Belllounds.
"Here," he said, with his deep eyes gleaming in the dim room.

Wade had made a gamble with himself, and it was that Belllounds would not even hesitate to take money.
"Come on, you stingy cowpunchers," he called out, snatching the money from Wade.