“What? down there?” jerking her thumb over her shoulder.
“Yes, of course—at once,” answered the girl, impatiently.
“And if they catches me—a nice fool I looks. No, I'm jest blowed if I do!” she concluded. “Whatever's up?”
“You must,” the girl broke out excitedly. “I tell you, you must.”
“Must—must—an' if I do, what am I goin' to git out of it?” She paused, reflecting; then added: “Look 'ere—I tell yer what—I'll do it for half a quid, there?”
“Yes—yes—all right—only make haste.”
“An' 'ow d' I know as I'll git it?” she objected doggedly. “It's a jolly risk, yer know.”
The girl sprang up, flushed and feverish.
“Quick—or he'll be gone. I don't know where it is—but you shall have it—I promise—quick—please go—quick.”
The other hesitated, her lips pressed together; turned, and went out.