Nathaniel Letton was talking when the door opened; he ceased, and with his two companions gazed with controlled perturbation at Burning Daylight striding into the room.
The free, swinging movements of the trail-traveler were unconsciously exaggerated in that stride of his.
In truth, it seemed to him that he felt the trail beneath his feet.
"Howdy, gentlemen, howdy," he remarked, ignoring the unnatural calm with which they greeted his entrance.
He shook hands with them in turn, striding from one to another and gripping their hands so heartily that Nathaniel Letton could not forbear to wince.
Daylight flung himself into a massive chair and sprawled lazily, with an appearance of fatigue.
The leather grip he had brought into the room he dropped carelessly beside him on the floor.
"Goddle mighty, but I've sure been going some," he sighed.
"We sure trimmed them beautiful.
It was real slick.
And the beauty of the play never dawned on me till the very end.
It was pure and simple knock down and drag out.
And the way they fell for it was amazin'."
The geniality in his lazy Western drawl reassured them.
He was not so formidable, after all.
Despite the act that he had effected an entrance in the face of Letton's instructions to the outer office, he showed no indication of making a scene or playing rough.
"Well," Daylight demanded good-humoredly, "ain't you-all got a good word for your pardner?
Or has his sure enough brilliance plumb dazzled you-all?"
Letton made a dry sound in his throat.
Dowsett sat quietly and waited, while Leon Guggenhammer struggled into articulation.
"You have certainly raised Cain," he said.
Daylight's black eyes flashed in a pleased way.
"Didn't I, though!" he proclaimed jubilantly.
"And didn't we fool'em!
I was totally surprised. I never dreamed they would be that easy.
"And now," he went on, not permitting the pause to grow awkward, "we-all might as well have an accounting.
I'm pullin' West this afternoon on that blamed Twentieth Century."
He tugged at his grip, got it open, and dipped into it with both his hands.
"But don't forget, boys, when you-all want me to hornswoggle Wall Street another flutter, all you-all have to do is whisper the word.
I'll sure be right there with the goods."
His hands emerged, clutching a great mass of stubs, check-books, and broker's receipts.
These he deposited in a heap on the big table, and dipping again, he fished out the stragglers and added them to the pile. He consulted a slip of paper, drawn from his coat pocket, and read aloud:—
"Ten million twenty-seven thousand and forty-two dollars and sixty-eight cents is my figurin' on my expenses.
Of course that-all's taken from the winnings before we-all get to figurin' on the whack-up.
Where's your figures?
It must a' been a Goddle mighty big clean-up."
The three men looked their bepuzzlement at one another. The man was a bigger fool than they had imagined, or else he was playing a game which they could not divine.
Nathaniel Letton moistened his lips and spoke up.
"It will take some hours yet, Mr. Harnish, before the full accounting can be made.
Mr. Howison is at work upon it now.
We—ah—as you say, it has been a gratifying clean-up.
Suppose we have lunch together and talk it over.
I'll have the clerks work through the noon hour, so that you will have ample time to catch your train."
Dowsett and Guggenhammer manifested a relief that was almost obvious.
The situation was clearing.
It was disconcerting, under the circumstances, to be pent in the same room with this heavy-muscled, Indian-like man whom they had robbed.
They remembered unpleasantly the many stories of his strength and recklessness.
If Letton could only put him off long enough for them to escape into the policed world outside the office door, all would be well; and Daylight showed all the signs of being put off.
"I'm real glad to hear that," he said.
"I don't want to miss that train, and you-all have done me proud, gentlemen, letting me in on this deal.