“Say, I’m beginning to think this is a dangerous piece of business,” was Paxton’s comment. His teeth were chattering, but not from cold.
“You can’t back out now,” answered the bully, quickly.
“But if we are found out——”
“We won’t be found out—unless you blab.”
“Oh, I’ll not say a word,” answered Paxton hastily.
“Then come into the tent.”
They entered the tent occupied by the bully, and Coulter lit a candle. By the faint light afforded Ritter opened the wooden box, took out the paper money and divided it into three parts.
“Now, I’ll take my share and hide it in Ruddy’s things,” said Ritter.
“And what do you want us to do?” asked Coulter.
“Put your share in Ditmore’s clothing and in his dress-suit case.”