“That’s my bluff assay room; but there’s space behind it.”
“A secret place?”
“Hide a man in there, and you couldn’t find him in a hundred years. I knew that hole was there when I bought out the tenderfoot. He worked back here in secret, thinking gold was to be found in great hunks; I’ve been using it secretly, too, but for another reason.”
“You’ve got your winnings back there?”
“And my stealings—some of them.”
“Could you keep a couple of people snug in there for a week or so?”
“For a month, if you want it done.”
“That is shust what ve have come to findt out about,” White-eyed Moses admitted, rubbing his hands together.
“I guessed it.”
“You dit?”