“Me? I have nothing to do with it.”
“Gammon! well, your friend! will he?”
“Not a farthing!”
“And what will he give, suppose I have a friend that will do the trick?”
“According to the risk!”
The man gave a whistle. A fellow with forehead villainously low came from behind some tents.
“What is it, Will?” asked the newcomer.
“A plant.”
“This one in it?”
“Yes! This is too public, come to Bevan's store.”