Hook-nose went to the front of the tent and raised the flap.
“Bill!” he called, “hitch the horse and come in.”
And Macloud and Axtell heard and understood.
While Hook-nose was summoning his partner, Croyden very naturally retired to the rear of the tent, thus obliging the rogues to keep their backs to the entrance.
“Mr. Smith, this is Mr. Croyden!” said Hook-nose.
“I’m glad to make your acquaint——” began Smith.
“There is no need for an introduction,” Croyden interrupted curtly. “You’re thieves, by profession, and blackmailers, in addition. Get down to business, if you please!”
“You’re not overly polite, my friend—but we’ll pass that by. You’re hell for business, and that’s our style. You understand, I see, that this treasure hunt has got to be kept quiet. If anyone peaches, the Government’s wise and Parmenter’s chest is 163 dumped into its strong box—that is, as much as is left after the officials get their own flippers out. Now, my idea is for you people to do the searching, and, when the jewels is found, me and Bill will take half and youn’s half. Then we all can knock off work, and live respectable.”
“Rather a good bargain for you,” said Croyden. “We supply the information, do all the work and give up half the spoils—for what, pray?”
“For our silence, and an equal share in the information. You have doubtless forgot that we have the letter now.”