And now, by G-d! he's got to pay for it." The harsh, exultant tone of the speaker showed that he had quite forgotten Van Loo and Hamlin in his superior hatred of the millionaire, and both men noticed it.

Van Loo edged still nearer to the door, as Steptoe continued, "Ever since he made that big strike on Heavy Tree five years ago, the country hasn't been big enough to hold him.

But mark my words, gentlemen, the time ain't far off when he'll find a two-foot ditch again and a pick and grub wages room enough and to spare for him and his kind of cattle." "You're not drinking," said Jack Hamlin cheerfully.
Steptoe turned towards the bar, and then started.

"Where's Van Loo ?" he demanded of Jack sharply.
Jack jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

"Gone to hurry up his girl, I reckon.