"Say, girlie," he requested, "see if you can find the bag in the car there and hand it out. Let's take a look."
"Where is it?"
"Somewhere in front. I felt it at my feet when I jumped out."
There was a rustle of skirts in the darkness, and after a moment a faint muffled clank as of one heavy metal striking dully against another.
"Goodness!" exclaimed the Girl. "It's heavy enough. What's in it?"
"What's in it?" repeated the Burglar, and he chuckled. "A fortune, nearly. It's worth being punctured for. Let me see."
In the darkness he took the bag from her hands and fumbled with it a moment. She heard the metallic sound again and then several heavy objects were poured out on the ground.
"A good fourteen pounds of pure gold," commented the Burglar. "By George, I haven't but one match, but we'll see what it's like."
The match was struck, sputtered for a moment, then flamed up, and the Girl, standing, looked down upon the Burglar on his knees beside a heap of gold plate. She stared at the glittering mass as if fascinated, and her eyes opened wide.
"Why, Dick, what is that?" she asked.