He nodded, and said:
"An' if you stick to me a little mite longer, you'll have enough.
"You're brighter'n I be, daughter. You got a longer head. Now's your chanct to use it!" He looked about, somewhat nervously, as if they might be overheard. "Sometimes I get afeerd. Lately, since we've come here, I've been afeerd. It's the only time I ever let anybody else know what my plans was an' it makes me feel creepy to think somebody else knows!"
"'Fraid of what, Alf?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Gettin' caught again, an'—"
"Oh, but you won't! You can't. Alf, you can't get caught an' sent to jail an' leave me alone again!"
She spoke in a whisper and gripped her fist for emphasis.
"I shore don't want to leave you, daughter. I shore don't want to get catched. That's where you come in ... helpin' me scheme! I ain't afeerd of havin' 'em come up on me an' git me red-handed so much as I am of havin' somebody else know what's goin' on."
"But he sent for us. He told us the outfit was goin' to be owned by a tenderfoot. He's as much in danger as we, ain't he?"