“In what way?”
“One of the band could be sent to England to dispose of it. He could carry it in his trunk as ordinary luggage.”
“Perhaps you would like to undertake the commission,” said Captain Ring.
“I should be very willing,” said Fletcher eagerly.
“I don’t doubt you would,” returned the captain, in a sarcastic tone. “Who would insure your making over the proceeds to us?”
“I hope you don’t doubt my integrity,” said Fletcher, with an air of virtuous indignation.
“Perhaps I had better say nothing on that subject, Fletcher. The band are unwilling to subject you to the temptation—that’s all. Many good men go wrong.”
“You might send some one with me,” suggested Fletcher, unwilling to give up the tempting prospect.
“We haven’t got the nugget yet,” answered the captain dryly.
Colson and Ropes had listened with interest to the discussion. They began to fear that nothing would be done. They would have been as much opposed as any one to trusting Fletcher, as he had not inspired them with confidence. It takes a rogue to detect a rogue, and they already suspected his true character. Colson’s hope of revenge on Obed Stackpole seemed slipping through his fingers.