"What about those papers, Dick?" asked Innis, as they finished making fast the auxiliary rope, and rowed to shore to await the return of Paul.
"They're in the auto."
"Do you think they're safe there?"
"Sure. Safer than if I had 'em in my pocket, where they'd fall out into this muddy creek. Then they would be gone forever."
"Have you the doors locked?"
"Surest thing you know. See anything of Paul?"
"Yes, there he comes, with four horses instead of two, and I'm blessed if he isn't riding one of the nags."
"Sure. What else did you expect? Paul is learning how to take life easy. He'll live longer that way."
"But why four horses? I thought two would be enough?"