"Pox?" cried Carl; "vat iss dot?"
"Dat's whut got me into de ruvver," said Uncle Tom. "Ah 'lows dat box is er heap mo' trouble dan hit's worf."
"If we ever get hold of Brisco," returned Legree, "it'll be that box that does it for us. Wait here a minute, Motor Matt, and I'll go back and get it. I think I know right where it is."
Legree got out of the car, went back along the road, and vanished among the bushes.
"Is der money in der pox?" asked Carl.
"We don't know what's in it," answered Eliza.
"Dot's keveer. How vill dot pox helup you ged holt oof Prisco?"
"Brisco always kept it by him," went on Eliza, "so we know he thinks it's valuable. He told Legree, once, he wouldn't lose the box for ten thousand dollars."
"How did you come to get hold of it?" inquired Matt.