"As it happens, you have jumped on a friend o' ours, an' we naturally propose to take a hand in this game--you know me!" Westcott nodded, an unpleasant smile on his lips.
"I do, Lacy," he said coolly, "and that if there is any dirty work going on in this camp, it is quite probable you and your gang are in it.

So, this New Yorker is a protege of yours ?" "That's none of your business; we're here for fair play." "Since when?
Now listen; you've got me covered, and that is my gun which Moore has in his hand.

I cannot fight you alone and unarmed; but I can talk yet." "I reckon yer can, if that's goin' ter do yer eny good." "So the La Rosita Mining Company is about to be revived, is it?
Eastern capital becoming interested.

I've heard rumours of that for a week past.

What's the idea?
struck anything ?" Lacy, a long, rangy fellow, with a heavy moustache, and a scar over one eye, partially concealed by his hat brim, grinned at the others as though at a good joke.
"No, nuthin' particular as yet," he answered; "but you hev', an' I reckon thet's just about as good.