“We certainly are. How do you like it?”
“But that’ll be murder!” Nolan protested. “You might swing fer it!”
“Oh, no, we mightn’t. You’ll never be found. You’re done with this world, Daniel. Fix your thoughts upon the next.”
Nolan uttered a hollow moan. Then a sudden inspiration brought him to his feet.
“See here,” he said, “let me out o’ here an’ I’ll put y’ on to somethin’ good.”
His captor laughed mockingly.
“I’m afraid it’s not good enough, Daniel-in-the-lion’s-den,” he said. “You’re asking too big a price.”
“It’s sixty thousand dollars,” said Dan, still more eagerly. “You kin git it day arter t’-morrer, as easy as fallin’ off a log.”
The smile on the other’s face vanished and he stood for a moment looking thoughtfully down into the pit.
“Is there anything in this, or is it just moonshine?” he asked, at last.