Nelson was tugging at the wet lacings before he had finished speaking.
“Give me that knife a minute, Dan,” he said. Dan handed him the captive’s clasp knife, and Nelson cut the soaking strings, and drew off the boot. In the heel, a damp bundle, lay some bills. Nelson, followed by the others, moved to the light of the stove and counted them.
“Thirty-five dollars,” he announced finally.
“About half,” said Bob. “Well, that’s not so bad. It’ll pay for our night’s lodging.”
Nelson stuffed the money in his pocket.
“Let’s try the other,” he said.
“Other what?” asked Dan.
“Boot, you idiot!”
“There’s nothin’ in the other one,” said the man eagerly. “Give yer my word!”