“It’s b-business,” says Mark. He pulled out his paper and a fountain-pen and stuck them under George’s nose, with twenty-five dollars in bills, and says, “Sign r-right there.”
“I dunno,” says George again, but his eyes was on the twenty-five perty sharp, and ’fore he knew it he was reaching for the pen and in another minute his name was all hitched to the paper. Mark handed over the money.
“Now to git a w-witness,” says Mark.
“Witness? What for a witness?”
“Jest to write his name alongside of yourn. It’s legal.”
“I hain’t havin’ much to do with legal things lately,” says George.
“No harm in this,” says Mark. “We guarantee there hain’t.”
“I hain’t got no witness,” says George; and that very minute came our whistle from the place where Binney and Tallow were hiding.
CHAPTER XVII
When that whistle sounded I wasn’t startled particular and I wasn’t much surprised. I just says to myself, “Here she comes,” meaning trouble. I looked at Mark, and maybe you won’t believe me, but he actually looked tickled. Like you would be if you got good news.