“But the money ain’t stole yet.”
“No, but it will be—to-morrow night.”
Dave thought awhile.
“Wouldn’t it be better,” he asked, “to go an’ tell somebody beforehand?”
“What!” exclaimed Tom, in unutterable scorn, “go an’ tell somebody now and spile the whole thing. You ain’t got no sense, Dave Gibson—no sense whatever. You’re a nice sort o’ detective an’ pirate, you are.”
“Well, I didn’t know,” protested Dave.
“No, an’ you’ve got everything to learn. But you leave this business to me. I’ll fix it.”
“What’ll we do, then?”
“Do? Why we’ll let ’em take the boat.”
“What for?”