“You seem to have it all figured out,” said Tom dryly.
“Yew bate. Us daown easters is right smart at sich things, by Juniper.”
“There’s only one thing you have omitted in your calculations.”
“What’s thet, young feller?”
“That your whole scheme depends on our falling in with it.”
“Waal, yew do, don’t ye?”
“Not in the longest day you ever lived, Simon Lake.”
“Nor for more money than you ever saw.”
The boys’ answers came like two pistol shots.
Lake, all pretense at good feeling over now, jumped to his feet. A look of furious rage came over his lean features. His gray eyes blazed like twin points of fire.