“Your husband is proud of his wife.”
His praise seemed to please her.
“Where are your men?” she asked.
“They will be outside at half-past eleven”—he pulled out his watch and glanced at it—“why, it is that time now!”
Elmer, as Louise called him, drew a long piece of thin rope from his pocket and pinioned the old man.
When he had completed the job, he said:
“This night’s work will pay handsomely or I’ll eat my head; then for Europe with the swag, sweetheart.”
The rascal left the house and soon returned with two brutal-looking fellows, who awkwardly removed their hats.
Two more villainous-appearing gentlemen in the yeggman line it would be hard to find.
“You, Mackrell, get the old gent by the head,” said one of them, “and I’ll collar his feet.”