But what I do say is--how about it?"
Leroy did some thinking out loud. "Of course I might tell you
boys to go to the devil. That's my right, because you chose me to
run this outfit without any advice from the rest of you. But
you're such infants, I reckon I had better explain. You're always
worrying those fat brains of yours with suspicions. After we
stuck up the Limited you couldn't trust me to take care of the
swag. Reilly here had to cook up a fool scheme for us all to hide
it blindfold together. I told you straight what would happen, and
it did. When Scott crossed the divide we were in a Jim Dandy of a
hole. We had to have that paper of his to find the boodle. Then
Hardman gets caught, and coughs up his little recipe for helping
to find hidden treasure. Who gets them both? Mr. Sheriff Collins,
of course. Then he comes visiting us. Not being a fool, he leaves
the documents behind in a safety-deposit vault. Unless I can fix
up a deal with him, Mr. Reilly's wise play buncoes us and himself
out of thirty thousand dollars."
"Why don't you let him send for the papers first?"
"Because he won't do it.
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