‘I see,’ said Jenkins; ‘you would have me or one of my men perpetrate the deed of blood!’
‘I care not who it is, so that it is a man on whom I can depend.’
‘And the reward?’
‘A thousand dollars!’
‘It shall be done.’
‘Ah! say you so? when?’
‘Come, come, you are in too much of a hurry; and there is never anything done well where so much precipitation is used. We must first ascertain where Monteagle is.’
‘And that we may have some difficulty at present in finding out,’ said Blodget, ‘for, doubtless, he has gone in search of Inez. My heart throbs impatiently for the accomplishment of the deed, and I shall not rest until I am sure that Monteagle is no more.’
‘On your promise of the reward you have mentioned, the deed shall, by some means or other, be despatched,’ replied Jenkins; ‘but you must wait with patience, and we will not lose any time or opportunity to discover where he is, and to put our plans into execution.’
‘This assurance gratifies me, and I am satisfied that you will not deceive me!’