"It's easy enough to send word all around, an' then we'd be nabbed the minute we showed our noses in a town."
"It will be jest as bad if they come here huntin' for us."
"You're a reg'lar fool, Gus Dobson. So long as we can keep the stuff where it is, what'll be gained by arrestin' us? We've got to take it with us when we leave, an' then whoever catches us will have the thing down fine."
"But we can't stay here forever."
"A couple of weeks won't hurt us, an' by that time folks will give up lookin' so sharp. They'll think we got away."
"We're too near Farley's."
"Then make a move. We can keep on a dozen miles or so through the woods, an' bury the stuff agin."
"I wanter get to New York."
"There's plenty of time for that, an' it'll be nothing more'n fun to camp out two or three weeks."
Gus made no reply, and after supper had been eaten his companion lay down beside the fire, saying as he did so: