"Then why have you brought me here to help you?"
"Because the man is said to be ugly to handle, and I might fail alone."
"Well, what'm I to git out of it if we're not pards?" Blott asked.
"We are partners in this, and you are to get one-third if you do as I tell you," Burke answered.
"What'm I to do?"
"Nothing of any account. You are to stand beside the road and fire when I do, and if one shot doesn't kill him, you are to keep on firing till he is dead. Is that hard, Blott? It is just play."
"You won't kill him, though, if he throws up his hands an' we git what we want?"
"Yes; he is to die whether he throws up his hands or not. That is the understanding," Burke answered.
"Whose understandin'?"
"My understanding with my partner, and in this he is to have his way; and why not?" Burke answered, in his soft voice.