They 're simply making a bluff to wring some good money out of us, and I don't want to see you get tangled up in that sort of a skin game.

You 're Bob Craig's friend, and therefore mine.

Now, listen.

There are two fellows concerned in that 'Little Yankee' claim, this whiskey-soaked Hicks and his partner, a big, red-headed, stuttering fool named Brown--'Stutter' Brown, I believe they call him--and what have they got between them?
A damned hole in the ground, that's all.

Oh, I know; I 've had them looked after from A to Z.