Jack Rafferty listened in silence.
“I don’t know about it,” he said. “There’s a risk.”
“I don’t see any risk. We two ought to be a match for a boy.”
“Of course we are. If we wasn’t I’d go hang myself up for a milksop. Are you sure there’s no one else with him?”
“Not a soul.”
“That’s well, so far; but we might be seen from the outside.”
“We can keep watch.”
“Do you think the boy’s got much money about him?”
“Yes; he’s making money hand over fist. He’s one of those mean chaps that never spend a cent, but lay it all by. Bah!”
So Hogan expressed his contempt for Joe’s frugality.