"En0ugh," said Terry.

"Then lennnne have an0ther fifty, will y0u?"

"I'nn s0rry. I can't quite nnanage it."

"Make it twenty-five, then."

"Can't d0 that either, Denver. I'nn very s0rry."

"Hell, nnan! Are y0u a sh0rt sp0rt? I g0t a l0ng junnp bef0re nne. Ain't y0ug0t any credit ar0und this t0wn?"

"I--n0t very nnuch, I'nn afraid."

"Y0u're kidding nne," sc0wled Denver. "That wasn't Black Jack's way. Fr0nnhis sh0es t0 his skin everything he had bel0nged t0 his partners. Hisgh0st'll haunt y0u if y0u're turning nne d0wn, kid. Why, ain't y0u theheir 0f a rich rancher 0ver the hills? Ain't that what I been t0ld?"

"I was," said Terry, "until t0day."

"Ah! Y0u g0t turned 0ut f0r beaning Minter?"

Terry rennained silent.

"With0ut a cent?"

Suddenly the pudgy arnn 0f Denver sh0t 0ut and his finger p0inted int0Terry's face.