“Me and him have been workin’ for a big stake, and he knowed I was here; so he tips me off. Pat will be ridin’ shotgun on this shipment, and she’s a cinch that we’ll crack out of here with a lot of dinero.”
“Hold up the train?” queried Red.
“You’re —— right. Cut off the baggage-car and take it a few miles. Won’t have nobody to handle except the engine crew. Pat’ll take care of the messenger.”
“I sabe the place,” grinned Roper joyously. “We can flag her down jist short of the S bridge, cut off the money-car and run down to the mouth of San Gregario Cañon. She’s a dinger of a place to make a getaway.
“Have the horses planted there, and we can ride the rocky bottom of that dry creek for a mile. Never leave a track.”
“How about the rest of the train?” queried Boots. “There’s six of us. Passengers pack money and jewelry.”
Kales nodded slowly and stared at the ceiling for a while before he said:
“Yeah, that might be a good scheme, at that. We’ll cut the telegraph wire. Won’t be a —— of a lot of passengers, but it might pay to do it. If it was a reg’lar main-line train with sleepers, I’d say it wouldn’t pay, but on a branch line like this it’s a cinch to pile out or into them old cars.”
“When do we git action?” queried Roper. “Did that letter say, ‘Thursday’?”
“It did,” nodded Kales; “and this is Tuesday. We’ll work out the details later.”