We hold New York in our hands.

Be a man, Mace, and run a little risk.

It's fifty thousand." Mace looked up at him curiously.
"What do you get out of it, Horser ?" Horser's face hardened.
"Not one cent!" he declared fiercely.

"Only if I fail it might be unpleasant for me next time I crossed." "I don't know!" Mace declared weakly.

"I don't know what to do.