“If it’s straight, we’ll let you go. If it’s not, back you go into the pit, and this time you won’t have a rope to help you down.”
“Oh, I ain’t afeerd,” said Nolan. “It’s straight. But I think I ort t’ have some of it.”
“How much did you say there is?”
“Between fifty an’ sixty thousand dollars.”
“It’s not in a bank?”
“No; it’s in a box.”
“And we can get it within a day or two.”
“You kin git it day arter to-morrer.”
“If everything turns out well, you shall have a thousand dollars.”
“Oh, come,” protested Nolan, but the other stopped him with an impatient gesture.