Bud stared at the hole sullenly, and slowly scratched his head. Pressley, unlashing a mattock and shovel from his pack, did not notice him.
"Ah swear, Pink," broke out Yarebrough, in puzzled indecision, "Ah swear Ah donno's Ah like this business."
Pressley sneered.
"Don' talk so loud. Yo' rather late findin' hit out."
"No, Ah ain'. Ah ain' never been sho'."
"Sho' 'bout what?"
"Oh, Ah donno. Kin' o' hard to say. You-all don' think we'll get caught?"
"Not 'f you keep that big mouth o' yo's shut."
"Mr. Baron did."
"Mr. Baron's a fool. He trusted a stranger."