"
"Well, you ain't going to get it," bellowed Jack. "You fellows only
contracted to help me get out my marked trees. He belong to Wessner, and
it ain't in our deal what happens to him."
"Yes, and if Wessner finishes him safely, we are practically in for
murder as well as stealing the trees; and if he don't, all hell's to
pay. I think you've made a damnable bungle of this thing; that's what I
think!"
"Then keep your thoughts to yourself," cried Jack. "We're doing this,
and it's all planned safe and sure. As for killing that buck--come to
think of it, killing is what he needs. He's away too good for this world
of woe, anyhow. I tell you, it's all safe enough. His dropping out won't
be the only secret the old Limberlost has never told. It's too dead easy
to make it look like he helped take the timber and then cut. Why, he's
played right into our hands. He was here at the swamp all last night,
and back again in an hour or so. When we get our plan worked out, even
old fool Duncan won't lift a finger to look for his carcass. We couldn't
have him going in better shape.
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