Joses moved his head on the pillow.
"There's just one thing," he said, dropping his voice. "Mr. Silver's got a little bit of paper that might make trouble for me."
"But he shall give it up!" cried the girl.
"Will he?" grunted the other.
"Of course he will. He's as kind as kind."
Joses shook a dubious head.
"Men are men," he said. "And when men get across each other they are tigers."
"He's a tame one," said the girl. "I'll see to that."
"He might be," muttered the other. "In the hands of the right tamer."
Boy went straight back to Putnam's and discovered Mr. Silver smoking in the saddle-room.