When he did, he turned to Montgomery to ask: "I wish you'd tell me as nearly as you can what you said to my father ?" "I didn't go there to tell him anything, boss; he just got it out of me.
What chance has a slob like me with him ?" "Got what out of you ?" questioned Langham in a low voice.
"Well, he didn't get much, boss," replied Montgomery, shaking his head.
"But what did you tell him ?" insisted Langham.
"I don't remember, boss, I was full, see--and maybe I said too much and then agin maybe I didn't!" "I hope you like this, Marsh; it's the sort of thing I been up against," said Gilmore.
By way of answer Langham made a weary gesture.

The horror of the situation was now a thing beyond fear.
"I'm for sending the drunken loafer to the other side of the continent," said Gilmore.
"What's the use of that ?" asked Langham dully.
"Every use," rejoined Gilmore with fresh confidence.

"It's enough, ain't it, that he's talked to your father; we can't take chances on his talking to any one else.

There's the west-bound express; I'm for putting him on that--there's time enough.

We can give him a couple of hundred dollars and that will be the end of him, for if he ever shows his face here in Mount Hope, I'll break every bone in his body.