“What’s the matter? The law catching up with us?”
“Naw, they’ll never get us. It’s at the other end. They still didn’t dispose of the last shipment. So there ain’t nothing for us to do for a while.”
“Hm. Well, it’ll be like a vacation.”
“Yeah. Make the most of it.”
For a short while there was silence. Finally Bud asked, “When do you figure we’ll make another shipment?”
“In about ten days or two weeks.”
“Guess I’ll run over to the city for about a week and kill some time enjoying myself.”
“Suit yourself,” answered the chief languidly.
Wallace trembled with excitement. He could barely control himself. The chief rose and muttered, “Guess I’ll be going now.”
Bud also rose and said, “Guess I’ll go too.”