"That's Joe Batts," muttered Tad. "A precious pair of rascals, as we shall find out if we are discovered."
"Is he going to bring the other man out soon?"
"Yes. He and Beach will be along in the morning."
"Think Beach is on the level?"
"No, of course he isn't. But he doesn't dare play foxy with us. Besides, it's money in his pocket to play square. He doesn't know where the plant is."
"What's the matter with his having a plant of his own?"
Batts laughed.
"I reckon he doesn't know enough about the game to try that," he answered with a harsh laugh.
"He'd better not," growled Stillman.
"Got everything fixed?"