“No.”
“You haven’t any interest in the plunder, then?”
Now one of the bushrangers was within hearing, and Colson didn’t venture to say “No,” or it would be virtually giving up his share of the money taken from Obed and the boys.
“I don’t care to answer any of your questions,” he said stiffly.
“I don’t wonder—not a mite, Colson. Still I’d like to ask one.”
“What is it? I don’t promise to answer it, though.”
“Didn’t you find that nugget rather heavy?” asked Obed slyly.
Colson didn’t answer, but frowned, for the subject was a sore one.
“How many miles did you carry it, if I may be so bold?”
“I don’t care to discuss the subject.”