"What's that got to do with it?"
"I have schust so much right to take der money as Peters. I don't steal der money—it iss steal avay from me. Can I help it?"
"Is that th' law?"
"Der law iss my part. For der law, brains you must haf. Brains I got. To ride, you know. Vat you dink?"
"I go you," declared Dave. "But you shore take a big chance with th' money. I might get plugged an' have to drop it."
"Mein lieber Gott!" moaned Schatz, in despair. "Brains! Brains!" he roared. "Ach! Vat use? Alvays it iss der same. Von day Canada iss der United States; so England iss gebunden; South America iss Deutchland; soon all der continent iss Deutchland. Vat fools! No Verstand—blos for money. Und to make money iss der little part. Vat fools!"
"Wake up! Who 's th' fool if I drop that bundle an' somebody on a good horse gets away with it? Because you can bet yore whole pile I ain't aimin' to stop an' stand off th' beginnin' of a Judge Lynch party, not any."
"Dave, if a veek you sit und a veek you tink, und schust about von ting, you know somethings about it, vas?"
"Shore would."
"Und mit your head you must tink. Many days mit my head I tink und tink, everythings, possible und not possible. Den ven der plans iss made, you mit your head mistakes find. Der money vat you steal, it iss no matter, aber don't lose it—besser you burn it, as lose it."