“Now you won’t need to do that job.”

The halfbreed frowned. Said he:

“You don’t know me.

Least you don’t know all about that thing. ’Tain’t robbery altogether — it’s revenge!” and a wicked light flamed in his eyes. “I’ll need your help in it. When it’s finished — then Texas. Go home to your Nance and your kids, and stand by till you hear from me.”

“Well — if you say so; what’ll we do with this — bury it again?”

“Yes. [Ravishing delight overhead.] No! by the great Sachem, no! [Profound distress overhead.] I’d nearly forgot. That pick had fresh earth on it!