“In there?” he asked, with difficulty concealing his excitement.
“Yes; the boys sleep around it nights,” she went on to confide.
Johnson looked at her curiously.
“But when they’re gone—isn’t that rather a careless place to leave it?”
Quietly the Girl came from behind the bar and went over and stood beside the keg; when she spoke her eyes flashed dangerously.
“They’d have to kill me before they got it,” she said, with cool deliberation.
“Oh, I see—it’s your money.”
“No, it’s the boys’.”
A look of relief crossed Johnson’s features.
“Oh, that’s different,” he contended; and then brightening up somewhat, he went on: “Now, I wouldn’t risk my life for that.”