He reached over his companion’s shoulder and took a roll of bills from a drawer that had been opened in the course of the search for the papers.
“You’re not going to take that, are you?” asked Denton. “Why, we’ve got the papers.”
“Yes; and we’re going to have some money, too. I told the deacon we’d get even with him, and I’m doing it. This will come in handy.”
He pocketed the money. The other shook his head.
“That’s wrong!” he said. “It’s risky, too. We ought to be satisfied with the papers.”
“Maybe you are, but I’m not. I’ll take all the cash I can lay my hands on. And while we’re here we might as well see if there’s any more. There’s a clock over there. Lots of country folks stick bills in clocks. I’m going to have a look.”
Despite the protests of his companion, Harrison went over to a mantel where stood a large wooden clock. As he opened the door he exclaimed:
“Talk about luck! Here’s another roll. Say, I’m glad we came!”
“Put that back!” commanded the other. “We have enough.”
“Never can have enough cash,” chuckled the other. “This makes the haul worth while. Now we’ll go!”