"It's for that old bill of our party, Collinson," he said.

"I'll settle and collect from each.

Some time when you come over to the mine, and I hope you'll give us a call, you can bring the horse.

Meanwhile you can use him; you'll find he's a little quicker than the mule.

How is business ?" he added, with a perfunctory glance around the vacant room and dusty bar.
"Thar ain't much passin' this way," said Collinson with equal carelessness, as he gathered up the money, "'cept those boys from the valley, and they're most always strapped when they come here." Key smiled as he observed that Collinson offered him no receipt, and, moreover, as he remembered that he had only Collinson's word for the destruction of Parker's draft.