"Not exactly; but I know this much, that there are at least a thousand bushels of wheat, which will easily fetch, in St. Louis, two thousand dollars."
"How will that benefit us?"
"You seem to be very dull, Minton. When we have once shut up young Burton in the place arranged, you and I will take his place, drift down the river, and dispose of the cargo, if necessary, at a point below the market price, and retire with a cool thousand apiece."
"You've got a head, Brown!" said Minton, admiringly.
"Have you just found that out?" returned Brown, complacently.
"Do you really think there is a chance of our succeeding?"
"Yes; of course we must be expeditious. Two or three days, now, ought to carry us to St. Louis. Then, by selling below the market price, we can command an immediate sale. Then, of course, we will clear out; go to California, or Europe, or Canada."
"But we must get Wolverton's money."
"If we can without risk. It won't be worth that."
"I don't like the idea of the old man escaping scot-free."