[WINTCL] Hnson in a cold fury. "Call up Bergman!" he

[Venkus <mar...@od...>]

"I'd soon find out who had it in for you, and why. It's dreadful
inconvenient to have a pardner like that. Why, you poor, credulous
baa-lamb of a trustful idiot, when you let me go off to file them
papers, don't you see you give me the chance to rob you of a mine worth,
just as she stands, 'most any amount of money you chance to mention? Not
you! You let me ride off without a misgivin'." "Pish!" remarked Stan
scornfully. "Twaddle! Tommyrot! Pickles!" Pete wagged a solemn
forefinger. "If you wasn't plumb simple-minded and trustin' you would
'a' tumbled long ago that somebody was putting a hoodoo on every play
you make. I caught on before you'd been here six months. I thought, of
course, you'd been doin' dirt to some one--till I come to know you