“Keep your shirt on!” Sweeper Joe retorted. “It was the only thing to do. Glowershick just phoned from town.”
“What’d he have to report?”
“Nothing good. You know that junk shop where we arranged to sell our stuff? Where the owner offered us a higher price than any other place in town?”
“Well?”
“He was a dick, planted there by old man Gandiss himself. They’ve already got wind of who’s in on the deal.”
“Then if we try to sell the brass anywhere else, we’ll be pinched.”
“You’re catching on, Harper.”
“Have you dumped all the stuff in the river?”
“It will take two more trips at least. And there’s the brass lantern to get rid of,” Joe added. “As soon as the job is done, Clark and me are gettin’ out of the city.”
“What are Ma and me gonna do?” Harper whined. “We’ve got property here.”