"My! my! my!"
"I'll take one-fifth, and not a cent less!"
"My! my! And now you are robbing me!"
"Remember, Tom, the work is more dangerous than it was when Jerry worked with you. You don't know what moment Sheriff Lane might come in here and put his hand on your shoulder."
The old coward was startled, and glanced anxiously from one side to the other.
Mr. Lane the while was anything but comfortable. They were to examine the "hold out" to find Jerry's money; evidently they would climb up to the place where he was lying. Luckily he had carried his two revolvers with him; these he held in his hands ready for action.
The Tinker continued to groan, and curse, and argue with Simpson; but in the end he was forced to yield.
"Now that we have reached a conclusion, let us wait until morning before we search for the money," suggested Simpson.
"I want to see how much there is. I always thought that Jerry was rich," said Tom.
"I hope he was. But the money can keep until morning; whereas the mash may sour if we don't run it through."