Murray chuckled. "Then, Sandy we own everything in sight?"
"Everything," assented Mackintavers vigorously. "And a good job it is!"
"All right. You look dead for sleep, Willyum, so turn in. We're off in the morning to inspect the property. Want to go along?"
Hobbs hesitated.
"Well, I want to bad enough, only for that there joint across the street——"
"All right." Murray chuckled again. "We've cleaned up a bit for you, so fall to work! In two or three days we'll be back, and have an arrangement in regard to the future. If you're seriously set on opening up a print-shop, we'll agree——"
"As partners?" queried Willyum anxiously.
"Sure," asserted Sandy, with one of his rare smiles. "We go three-square in everything! Mine and homestead and newspaper—we'll be running the country next!"
"'Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile,'" quoth Murray, and grinned. His grin was worthy the name, and was most reprehensible in a man of his years and experiences.
"You take the papers," said Mackintavers, extending them. "Don't leave 'em with Bill. 'Twouldn't be safe. A mere ex-burglar would be an infant in arms with these natives to plunder him!"