I want to get ahead of the game about five hundred dollars, and this looks to me like a good chance to pile up a few iron men.

I'm game for the lonesomeness.

It's a cold dollars-and-cents proposition with me." He stopped and eyed the other a minute.

"Does that answer what's in your mind ?" he asked bluntly.
Forest Supervisor Ross turned away his glance and reached for his pen.
"That's all right," he half apologized.

"I want you to understand what you're going up against, that is all.