"Do you still think of robbery?" demanded Murden, sternly.
"No, sir; I vouldn't take a shillin' from a traveller to save my life. But ven I thinks of the times ve've had, I feels like shedding tears! A vonderful man vas Nosey; so 'andsome, too!"
"Cease your nonsense, and answer me one or two questions," Murden said; "the gang has plundered for months; do you know where they concealed their money?"
"I'm blessed if I do," replied Steel Spring, with alacrity.
"Do you think that our prisoners know?"
"Veil, that feller who is looking at me so cross, as though I'd hinjured him, could tell if he'd got a mind to," replied Steel Spring, pointing to a robber who seemed to be regarded as a sort of leader, now that Nosey was dead.
"Are you disposed to inform me where Nosey buried his money?" asked Murden, appealing to the man.
"And what inducements do you hold out, if I give you the information?" asked the robber, dryly.
"I do not promise you your life, but I think that I can get the sentence put off a few months," the lieutenant replied.
"And you suppose that I will reveal on such conditions?" demanded the bushranger, impudently.