"She sent word to Hen about the old woman's money, didn't she?"
"Yes."
"How much does she claim the old gal had by her?"
Jake Klinkhammer hesitated.
Barney regarded him for a moment with stern displeasure, and then, in a threatening voice, said:
"None of that, Jake. It won't do, you know. You remember who first put us on the track of this affair, and it don't make any difference if Hen and his pal did get in ahead of us, they've got to divide; and you and I are going to divide whatever they pay us, mind that, my boy."
"Vell, vell, Parney, dot vos all right; we'll divy."
"Then answer my question. How much of a haul is it likely they made?"
"Sixteen t'ousand, sure, and maype twenty t'ousand."
"Hum, well, say sixteen thousand, that ain't so very bad."