You was so clost to him I couldn't draw a bead on him without
risking its hitting you."
"Spying, eh?"
"If that's the word you want to use, cap. And you were enjoying
yourselves proper."
"Laughing, were we? That must have been when he told me how funny
you looked in the 'altogether' shedding false teeth and
information about hidden treasure."
"Told you that, did he?" Mr. Hardman incontinently dropped
repartee as a weapon too subtle, and fell back on profanity.
"That's right pat to the minute, cap, what you say about the
information he leaks," put in Neil. "How about that information?
I'll be plumb tickled to death to know you're carrying it in you
vest pocket."
"And if I'm not?"
"Then ye are a bigger fool than I had expected sorr, to come back
here at all," said the Irishman truculently.
"I begin to think so myself, Mr. Reilly. Why keep faith with a
set of swine like you?"
"Are you giving it to us that you haven't got those papers?"
Leroy nodded, watching them with steady, alert eyes. He knew he
stood on the edge of a volcano that might explode at any moment.
"What did I tell yez?" Reilly turned savagely to the other
disaffected members of the gang.
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