“And I must go wis you,” said Bagasse.
“So must I,” added Wentworth.
“It’s me then,” said the Captain, getting all awry. “Now, that’s a pity, for I want to be with you. And sposin there’s a fight. Then you’re one able-bodied man the less.”
“See,” put in Bagasse. “I tell you. We get John Todd for to drive. You pay him money. Zen he go. Zat John Todd lof money.”
“Bravo!” cried Wentworth. “That’s an idea. I’ll give Johnny ten dollars for the job.”
“I hardly like to have another party in a matter so private,” demurred Harrington.
“But he needn’t know anything about it,” said Wentworth. “He needn’t even see Antony. When we land, I’ll go up and get the carriage, letting him stay behind, put Antony in, drive up again, take Johnny on the box, drive in town, set him down, and go on to Temple street.”
“Well,” said Harrington, “that may do. Now who’ll get the carriage? We want a close carriage.”
“I’ll get it,” returned Wentworth. “I know a man who’ll let me have one. I’ll attend to all that, and to engaging Johnny. Where shall we have the carriage stand? Say Q street. Good. We’ll all go armed, of course.”
“Certainly,” replied Harrington, “I will take my revolver.”