"I reckon it can be done, if it has to be," was the low-toned reply.
"Done and well covered up?"
"Yep. It'll be charged up to the high water—maybe."
"Is the river still rising?"
"A little bit higher every night now. That's the way it comes up. The snow on the mountain melts in the day and the run-off comes in the night."
"You can handle it by yourself, can't you?"
"Me and Boogerfield can."
"All right. Get everything ready and wait for the word from me. You didn't let Pegleg in on it, did you?"
"I had to. We'd have to work from his joint."
"That was a bad move. Simms would sell you out if anybody wanted to buy. He'd sell his best friend," frowned Stanton.