"Who can run the thing, Matt?" asked Dashington.
"I can," was the answer. "I used to be in the business."
"How'll ve get der pupple?" inquired Carl.
"Here's the scheme," said Matt, and drew the other three close while he talked.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
A DARING PLOT.
"In order to get to New Orleans," said Matt, in a low tone, "we'll have to head west along the road. Now, if we work the scheme, my part in it is settled, as I am the only one who can run the car. I shall have to stay close here, and you three can settle it among yourselves as to what parts you will take in pushing the deal through. Two of you will carry Jurgens half a mile westward, and wait at the edge of the road, ready to lift Jurgens into the car and to hop aboard when it comes along. One of you, I am not particular which, will go about a stone's throw farther into the timber and wait about half an hour in order that the two who are to tote Jurgens get to their proper place at the roadside. Then, the one who is in the timber will set up a hoarse yell for Whistler and Bangs, and will fire off one of the revolvers. Do you catch my drift?"
"It vas too many for me," said Carl.
"I can't rise to it, either," added Dick.