"Big ones, I said," repeated the latter. "You've got them. I was in
Silverthorn's rooms some hours ago, lookin' over his books an' things.
I saw a note there, showin' that he'd deposited fifty thousand here the
day before yesterday. The note said it was cash. You'll have forty
thousand more. If you ain't got it you'll wish you had."
Maison had it. He drew it out in packages--saffron-hued notes that he
passed back to Sanderson reluctantly. When he had passed back the
exact amount he looked around.
Sanderson ordered him to close the doors, and with the banker preceding
him they returned to the upper room, where Sanderson distributed the
money over his person securely, the banker watching him.
When Sanderson had finished, he again spoke. There was elation in his
eyes, but they still were aflame with the threat of death and violence.
"Who's the biggest an' most honest man in town?" he said, "the one man
that the folks here always think of when they're in trouble an' want a
square deal? Every town always has such a man.
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