“I have reconsidered my determination of a few hours ago in regard to the treasure. On the whole I believe a just division no more than fair!”
Nicodemus turned with a gasp to Frank:
“Well, of all assurance,” he exclaimed, “the scoundrel thinks we have the gold, and, of course, is cunning enough to see that this is his only hope of getting any of it.”
“He is a scamp,” said Frank, “evidently he thinks we are soft.”
“But that is his mistake.”
“Rather!”
“What shall I tell him?”
“Let me talk with him.”
Frank went to the rail.
“So you have really changed your mind, Mr. Dooley!” with sarcasm.