“No,” Hod growled.
“Instead o’ that, ye let Danny git into a fight.”
“’Twasn’t no fight and nobody knew it was him. He seen an enemy o’ his’n go into the building. I tried ter talk him out o’ it, but he wouldn’t listen. He crawled in through a window, and slugged the feller.”
“He did have sense enough to git rid o’ the car, but ye shouldn’t have left it so close to our place,” Ezekiel pointed out. “That newspaper gal’s been out here twict now, and she’s catchin’ on!”
“She’s only a gal,” Hod said carelessly. “Ye do too much worryin’, Pappy.”
“I do the thinkin’ fer this family. An’ I say things is gittin’ too hot fer comfort. We gotta git rid o’ Danny tonight.”
“How ye aimin’ ter do it, Pappy?” inquired Coon. “Be ye fergittin’ he’s got $50,000 hid away somewheres an’ he hain’t give us our slice yet?”
“Fer all his promises, maybe he don’t calculate ever to give us our cut! Ever think o’ that?”
“Danny would double cross us if he got the chanst,” Hod agreed. “Maybe ye’r right, Pappy!”
“Doggone tootin’, I am! We git rid o’ him tonight, soon’s we git back from this island. But first we make him tell where he hid the money!”