Both Roxy and Dillon stiffened. “Five thousand bucks?” Roxy said unsteadily.
“That’s right,” Joe said: “I guess they sure want you guys bad.”
There was a heavy silence while the two turned it over. Joe went on, “I rigger to some people five grand would come very nice.”
He got to his feet. “I gotta get back to Ma. She gets mad as hell if I don’t hang around when I’m up here. I’ll be seein’ you boys before I go.”
He went away, his long thin legs moving stiffly through the grass.
Roxy said in a low voice, “Did you get it?”
Dillon clenched his fists. “He ain’t gettin’ another dime outta me,” he said. “The double-crossin’ rat.”
“Listen, Nick, don’t do anythin’ foolish. If we don’t square this guy, he’s goin’ to squeal. He said as much, didn’t he?”
“How the hell do we know they’re offerin’ a reward?” Dillon raved. “Suppose they ain’t lookin’ for us an’ this is a frame to skin me?”
Roxy shook his head. He was nervous. “I’d hate to call his bluff,” he said. “We don’t stand much chance if the Feds come up here.”