"No; you haven't. See here; I'll give you five pounds if you'll show 'em to me. Only show 'em."
Dan was posed. "I said I hadn't got 'em about me," he said, rather feebly.
"No; nor can't get 'em. Can you? Cut it short."
Dan looked up and down, and rubbed his cap about his head. "I know where they are," he sulkily concluded.
"You know where they are, but you can't get 'em," Viney retorted with decision. "Can I get 'em?"
Dan glanced at him superciliously. "You?" he answered. "Lord, no."
"Can we get 'em together?"
Dan took to rubbing his cap about his head again, and staring very thoughtfully at the ground. Then he came a step nearer, and looked up. "Two might," he said, "if you'd see it through. With nerve."
Viney took him by the upper arm, and drew close. "We're the two," he said. "You know where the stuff is, and you say we can get it. We'll haggle no more. We're partners and we'll divide all we get. How's that?"
"How about Blind George?"