“Them coves,” said Tom, “is going to do a robbery down the river. I reckon they’re goin’ to rob a bank somewhere not far from here.”
“Je-rusalem!” said Dave; “What was that cove that smoked the cigarette?”
“Some kind o’ German,” replied Tom, sagaciously. “He’s a bad egg whoever he is. Did you hear them plannin’ it all out?”
“Yes,” said Dave, “but I didn’t know what they meant, a lot of it.”
“I did,” remarked Tom. “I follered ’em every word. I say, Dave, we’ve got to take a hand in this game!”
“What!” exclaimed Dave, “in the robbing of the bank!”
“No, not in the robbin’ exactly, but we’ll be the detectives, an’, look here, we’ll get the reward!”
“What reward, Tom?”
“Why the reward for the recovery of the money.”