"Makin' for New York, I reckon," Elisha responded, thawing a little.
"Wouldn't be s'prised if that Heath chap came from New York," ruminated Eleazer.
"Confound Heath! I wish I'd never laid eyes on him!" exploded Elisha.
"Oh, I dunno as I'd go so fur as to say that," came mildly from his companion. "Ain't Heath's comin' goin' to put Wilton on the map? Bad's he is, we've got him to thank for that. With him safely handed over to the authorities, our fortune's made. What you plannin' to do with your half of the reward?"
Here was a delightful topic for conversation!
Elisha's eyes brightened.
"I ain't decided yet," smiled he.
"Wonder how much 'twill be? Oughter come to quite a sum, considerin' the risk one takes to get it."
Elisha's newly captured good-humor vanished. Lapsing into moody silence, he did not speak again until the white spire of the Sawyer Falls church appeared and, rounding the bend of the road, the car rolled into the town.