"What!"
"I mean it."
"Tinker—what is Murdoch's Hoard?"
"Not unless you give me the Key," teased Tinker.
"Not a Chinaman's chance," said Cal with finality.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going after it myself!"
Tinker looked into Cal's face and saw determination there. "I want to go along," she said. "Please?"
Cal shook his head. "Nope. I'm not going to have anyone laughing at me. Tell me what it is."
"Take me along."