“It will be paid cheerfully. You can bet on that.”
“Who offers it?”
“The governor of the State.”
Luke Robbins became thoughtful and remained silent.
“Did you hear that, lad?” he asked, when he and Ernest were alone.
“Yes, Luke.”
“A thousand dollars would do us a great deal of good.”
“That is true, Luke, but it would be as much as your life is worth to hunt the rascals.”
“Don’t try to make a coward of me, Ernest.”
“I couldn’t do that, Luke. I only want you to be prudent.”