Later I will tell you." Demorest looked at him fixedly.

"What is it ?" he said.
"The pack-mules will be here in a few moments.

Don't wait to close up or put away anything here, but clap that gold in the saddle-bags, and take Barker with you and 'lite' out for Boomville AT ONCE.

I will overtake you later." "Is there no time to discuss this ?" asked Demorest.
"No," said Stacy bluntly.

"Call me a crank, say I'm in a blue funk"-- his compressed lips and sharp black eyes did not lend themselves much to that hypothesis--"only get out of this with that stuff, and take Barker with you! I'm not responsible for myself while it's here." Demorest knew Stacy to be combative, but practical.