“But how did you do it, man, without letting on?”

“Never mind about that,” replied Beveridge, shortly.

“Yes, sir. It's all there—no end of it.”

“All right now; that's enough. Let's put the plug back. Now's the time for us to go slow.”

“You're right there. Even with this it will be awful hard to bring it home. The next thing to get is the man. I wish we knew where that fellow Roche went. What do you think?”

“I'd be willing to buy him a new hat if he isn't on the train for northern Michigan just about now. But we don't need him very bad. We want a bigger man than him.”


CHAPTER VII—DRAWING TOGETHER