“That little snipe, Leon Sprague. Smith had no business to give it to him, but he did, and I am left out in the cold.”
“I say! That’s a pretty how-de-do, ain’t it?”
“I should say so. Now, I will give you a thousand dollars if you will help me to get it.”
“That’s a power of money, ain’t it? But how can I help you?”
“By going to Leon and telling him that I want to see him in the woods,” said Smith, sinking his voice almost to a whisper. “If I once get him out there, away from everybody, I will tell him that if he wants to see daylight again he can tell me where that money is.”
“Good gracious! What are you going to do with him? Kill him?”
Smith nodded.
“Then you can get somebody else to help you get that money,” said Coleman, drawing a long breath. “You won’t get any help out of me.”
“But think of the thousand dollars,” said Smith, who began to see that he had made a mistake.
“I don’t care if it’s twice a thousand dollars. I wouldn’t dare show my face in Jones county again.”