“What’s that?”
“Join our band.”
“And become a——”
“Robber, bandit, or whatever you choose to call it.”
Tom laughed.
“I don’t think my friends would approve of it,” he said. “Shall I write to them and ask?”
“I am not joking,” said Alonzo. “We want a boy like you to brighten us up. You might be useful besides. We’ll give him a fair share of all we make, won’t we, men?”
“I’m agreed.”
“And so am I.”
“And I,” said all.