“On honor, am I?”
“That’s it.” He held out a big, brown hand.
“You’re going to try to capture the robbers, are you?”
“I’ve been thinking that way—with the help of Lieutenant Bucky O’Connor, I mean.”
“And I suppose you’ve promised yourself success.”
“It’s on the knees of chance, ma’am. We may get them. They may get us.”
“But this prediction of yours?” She held up the sealed envelope.
“That’s about another matter.”
“But I don’t understand. You said—” She gave him a chance to explain.
“It ain’t meant you should. You’ll understand plenty at the proper time.”