“An’ where do I come in?” The eyes of the rabbit-faced youth peered into his master’s.
“I don’t precisely know. I don’t think you come in at all.”
“Then what about that gold in the safe, boss?”
“The key is here.” Benjamin slapped his pocket gently. “But, if you’re a good boy you shall have my business, and be the boss goldsmith of Timber Town.”
“Honest injin?”
“Perfectly honest. If I get away with my gold, all I leave behind is yours.”
“Shake hands on it.”
“Certainly,” said the goldsmith, and he held out his hand.
Jake took it in his.
“It’s a bargain,” he said.