I'm goin' to.' 'Wal,' I said, 'you'll have to stop bein'-- You'll need to change your bizness.' Then, Bostil, what do you think?
Cordts was sort of eager an' wild.

He said thet was a race he jest couldn't miss.

He swore he wouldn't turn a trick or let a man of his gang stir a hand till after thet race, if you'd let him come." A light flitted across Bostil's face.
"I know how Cordts feels," he said.
"Wal, it's a queer deal," went on Brackton.

"Fer a long time you've meant to draw on Cordts when you meet.

We all know thet." "Yes, I'll kill him!" The light left Bostil's face.