"How do ye make it out?"
"My brother knows his business, and he will take care of the papers."
"How did you send them?"
"Registered mail."
"So I opined. Now you knows it takes things registered a heap sight longer to travel than it takes other mail."
"Well?"
"Such bein' the case, One-hand Hank is powerful sartin to git thar ahead o' the letter."
"He may."
"In which case he watches the post-office close. When he sees your kid brother take out the package, he follers the boy, taps him on the kebeza, knocks him stiff, takes the papers and ambles. See how easy it is to be did?"
"It is easy enough to talk about it; but my brother is pretty shrewd, and One-hand Hank will have the time of his life getting those papers."