"There isn't a soul in
the Limberlost save the birds and the beasts, unless some of your sort's
come along and's crowding the privileges of the legal tinints."
"None of my friends along," said Wessner. "Nobody knew I came but Black,
I--I mean a friend of mine. If you want to hear sense and act with
reason, he can see you later, but it ain't necessary. We can make all
the plans needed. The trick's so dead small and easy."
"Must be if you have the engineering of it," said Freckles. But he
heard, with a sigh of relief, that they were alone.
Wessner was impervious. "You just bet it is! Why, only think, Freckles,
slavin' away at a measly little thirty dollars a month, and here is a
chance to clear five hundred in a day! You surely won't be the fool to
miss it!"
"And how was you proposing for me to stale it?" inquired Freckles. "Or
am I just to find it laying in me path beside the line?"
"That's it, Freckles," blustered the Dutchman, "you're just to find it.
You needn't do a thing. You needn't know a thing. You name a morning
when you will walk up the west side of the swamp and then turn round
and walk back down the same side again and the money is yours.
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