"But it may never be known positively who took the money," Fred added.
"If you're both so anxious to go to jail, wait till it is proved Sam is a thief, an' then show up to the constable. Things can't be worse for holdin' on a few days."
"'Cordin' to your own figgerin' there's a chance the coal will be found."
"I'll take care of that business while you an' Fred keep out of sight. With what I had, an' what could be borrowed, I've got two hundred an' twenty dollars. You shall take the odd money, an' the balance I'll plank down as a first payment on the land."
"Do you know who owns it?"
"A farmer who lived five or six miles the other side of Blacktown."
"That's correct, an' the sooner you see him the better."
"Will you agree to keep away from Farley's?"
"Yes," Bill said slowly, as if angry with himself for making the promise. "Fred an' me'll sneak 'round 'till the trade's made for this side the mountain, an' then figger up what it's best to do."
"Where can I see you to-morrow?"