"I—God! I dunno! But there must 'a' been more'n one. Five hundred pounds! One man couldn't pack it!"
"You said 'they'!" Berg persisted in an odd tone.
Slevin's madly roving gaze flew back and settled upon the discolored visage thrust toward him, then his own eyes widened. He recoiled, crying:
"Look here! You don't think I—?" His words ended in a bark.
"I ain't said what I think, but I'm thinkin' fast. Nobody knew it but us—"
"How d'you know?"
"I know."
Slowly Slevin settled himself. His muscles ceased jumping, his bullet head drew down between his shoulders. "Well, it wasn't me, so it must 'a' been—you!"
"Don't stall!" roared the larger man. "It won't win you anything. You can't leave here till you come through."
"That goes double, Jack. I got my gat, too, and you ain't going to run out on me."