“Think he would, eh?”
“I am sure of it.”
“That’s a good scheme, then, no doubt.”
“You had better adopt it and save the plate.”
“Mebbe I had, Carter, but I’ll do nothing of the kind. The risk is too great.”
“Don’t let that deter you,” Nick insisted. “A man as clever as you could safely make the deal and realize what the stuff is worth. You’d get by, all right.”
“I’ll get by, Carter, and you can bank on it,” Floyd asserted confidently. “But I shall stick to the safe road. I’ll put this stuff into shape that can be easily turned into cash. It will pay us handsomely enough, all right,” he added, with an exultant leer.
“That’s no pipe dream,” growled Bagley, with eyes glowing. “It beats any stuff of the kind that I ever lamped. It ought to bring——”
He broke off abruptly when a low, peculiar whistle fell upon his ears. Though instantly recognized, he instinctively reached for his revolver.
“It’s Bannon,” snapped Floyd quickly. “Bannon or Vera.”