"I'll show you what I've got, so you'll know I'm not taking anything that I've no right to." He set down the sack, opened it and looked up into what appeared to be the largest-muzzled six-shooter he had ever seen in his life.

Sheer astonishment held him there gaping, half stooped over the sack.
"No ye don't, young feller!" Pop snarled vindictively.

"Yuh think I'd let a horse thief git off 'n this ranch whilst I'm able to pull a trigger?
You fork her that money you got on ye, first thing yuh do! it's mine by rights--I told yuh I'd help ye to win money off 'n the valley crowd, and I done it.

An' what does you do?
Never pay a mite of attention to me after I'd give ye all the inside workin's of the game--never offer to give me my share--no, by Christmas, you go steal a horse of my son's and hide him out somewheres, and go lose mighty near all I helped yuh win, playin' poker! Think I'm goin' to stand for that?
Think two hundred dollars is goin' to even things up when I helped ye to win a fortune?
Hand over that fifty you got on yuh!" Very meekly, his face blank, Bud reached into his pocket and got the money.

Without a word he pulled two or three dollars in silver from his trousers pockets and added that to the lot.