“Wish there was a place near here where I could get a drink. Seems like I was choking to death.”
“Lots of water right by you,” said Larry, with a hoarse laugh. “Help yourself—it’s free!”
“Water—pah!” snorted Tim. “That’s not what I want, and you know it, Larry.”
“Say, come to think of it, there’s an elegant little roadhouse a ways back in the country here, Tim. About half an hour there and back, I judge.”
Tim grunted uneasily.
“Think it’s safe?” he queried. “If Jeff got on to us——”
“Shucks! What could he do? We ain’t his hired hands.”
“The boss, though—suppose Jeff told him?”
“He wouldn’t, and how’s he goin’ to find out, anyhow? Nothin’s goin’ to happen to-night, you can bet on that. Come on, be a sport, Tim! We’ve got as much on Jeff as he’s got on us, if it comes down to that, ain’t we?”
“I dunno. I’m kind of leery, when he told us to stick, Larry.”