“Will it do?” says one voice; and the tramp perceives that the speakers are standing outside the shed under the shelter of the projecting eaves.
“No. No good. Too well looked after, and the people about the wrong sort.”
“There’s a pile of swag there—heaps.”
“Know that. Better wait till the family are away.”
“There’s a child, isn’t there?”
“A boy—fourteen—only child.”
“Might work it that way; eh? Get a trifle for him eh?”
“A thousand, and no questions asked. It’s settled.”
“It is! Why didn’t you say so? How are you going to do it?”
“Never you mind. Corporal and I have worked it out. It will be done to-night. Moon’s down at ten. You be here at midnight, and have your hay-cart handy. Corporal and I will bring him here. We know where to find him in daylight, and can keep him quiet in the woods till dark.”