"I need to talk to you on a matter of business.

Come on out--come on off of here;" and he led the way down the porch steps.
"Whom have you in there with you ?" he questioned when he had drawn Gilmore a little way along the path.
"The colonel and Watt Harbison." "No one else ?" "No." "Do they know I'm here ?" "I guess not, they were asleep two minutes ago." "That's good.

I don't want to see them, I want to see you." "Wouldn't it keep, Marsh ?" asked Gilmore.
"No, sir, it wouldn't keep; I want to tell you just what I think of you, you damn--" "Oh, that will keep, Marsh, any time will do for that; anyway, you have told me something like that already! When you sober up--" "Do you think I'm drunk ?" "I don't think anything about it." "Well, maybe I am, I have been under a strain.

But I'm not too drunk to attend to business; I am never too drunk for that.

I wish to say I have the money--" His lips twitched, and Gilmore, watching him furtively, saw that he was again shivering.
"You got what, Marsh ?" demanded Gilmore in a whisper.
"The money, the money I owe you!" "Oh, I see!" He fell back a step and stared at Langham; there was apprehension dawning in his eyes.