“I don’t believe it,” said George, “he means what he says. Question is, what’s turned him on us?”
“Turned him on us? Why, my taking those rotten diamonds off to the ship—what else? I didn’t know he’d take it like that, how could I?”
“Then go and explain,” said George, “go and tell him you’re sorry.”
“Me! what’s there to be sorry for?”
“Well, it was a fool’s game, anyhow.”
“Which?”
“Carting that stuff off on board.”
“We ain’t all as clever as you, I know,” said Hank. “S’pose those Mexicans come down to-night on us, you’ll see if it was a fool’s game getting the valuables off first. I tell you we ought to have cleared off this evening, it’s plain not safe sticking here the night. We would have cleared only for B. C., fooling about.”
“He was looking for me,” quietly put in Tommie.