"Ye—yes."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"I am going to make this job my business."
"You look like a burglar."
"Well, if I am a burglar, you won't give me away, for you are a burglar yourself."
The shot told, and Homer Bulson became paler than before.
"I reckon we might divide up on this job," went on Sam Pepper with a boldness that was astonishing.
"I don't understand."