The last attempt had been the
cause of the final break between him and Cash. Cash had reminded
Bud harshly that they would need that gold to develop their
quartz claim, and he had further stated that he wanted no "truck"
with a gambler and a drunkard, and that Bud had better straighten
up if he wanted to keep friends with Cash.
Bud had retorted that Cash might as well remember that Bud had
a half interest in the two claims, and that he would certainly
stay with it. Meantime, he would tell the world he was his own
boss, and Cash needn't think for a minute that Bud was going to
ask permission for what he did or did not do. Cash needn't have
any truck with him, either. It suited Bud very well to keep on
his own side of the cabin, and he'd thank Cash to mind his own
business and not step over the dead line.
Cash had laughed disagreeably and asked Bud what he was going
to do--draw a chalk mark, maybe?
Bud, half drunk and unable to use ordinary good sense, had said
yes, by thunder, he'd draw a chalk line if he wanted to, and if
he did, Cash had better not step over it either, unless he wanted
to be kicked back.
Wherefore the broad, black line down the middle of the floor to
where the table stood.
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