"The _hombre_ what finds, it belongs to him, you bet.

What you say?
You pay me--" The eyes of Tomaso's brother dwelt calculatingly upon Johnny's half-averted face.

"You pay me fifty dollar when I show you I don't lie.

I help you drag him back home, you--" "Nothing doing." Johnny pulled himself from his dreams to bargain for his heart's desire--because he knew Mexicans.

"I ain't sure I want the thing, anyway.