Rec'lect that ?" David smiled grimly at the look of disconcert which, in spite of himself, appeared in Bill's face.
"I don't remember signin' no paper," he said doggedly.
"Jest as like as not," remarked Mr.Harum.

"What _you_ was thinkin' of about that time was gittin' that _money_." "I'd like to see that paper," said Bill, with a pretence of incredulity.
"You'll see it when the time comes," asserted David, with an emphatic nod.

He squared himself, planting his feet apart, and, thrusting his hands deep in his coat pockets, faced the discomfited yokel.
"Do you think, Bill Montaig," he said, with measureless contempt, "that I didn't know who I was dealin' with?
that I didn't know what a low-lived, roost-robbin' skunk you was?
an' didn't know how to protect myself agin such an'muls as you be?
Wa'al, I did, an' don't you stop thinkin' 'bout it--an'," he added, shaking his finger at the object of his scorn, "_you'll pay that note_ or I'll put ye where the dogs won't bite ye," and with that he turned on his heel and resumed his seat.

Bill stood for a minute with a scowl of rage and defeat in his lowering face.
"Got any further bus'nis with me ?" inquired Mr.Harum.

"Anythin' more 't I c'n oblige ye about ?" There was no answer.
"I asked you," said David, raising his voice and rising to his feet, "if you had any further bus'nis with me." "I dunno's I have," was the sullen response.
"All right," said David.