You have three hundred thousand dollars in dust deposited with me.

Go to Mr.Atsheler and draw it at once." The man fumed impotently up and down.

"Can't I get that other five hundred?
Great God, man! I've paid for it! You don't intend me to starve ?" "Look here, Melton." Jacob Welse paused to knock the ash from his cigar.

"At this very moment what are you working for?
What are you trying to get ?" "A thousand pounds of grub." "For your own stomach ?" The Bonanzo king nodded his head.
"Just so." The lines showed more sharply on Jacob Welse's forehead.
"You are working for your own stomach.

I am working for the stomachs of twenty thousand." "But you filled Tim McReady's thousand pounds yesterday all right." "The scale-down did not go into effect until to-day." "But why am I the one to get it in the neck hard ?" "Why didn't you come yesterday, and Tim McReady to-day ?" Melton's face went blank, and Jacob Welse answered his own question with shrugging shoulders.
"That's the way it stands, Melton.