“Oh, that thing yesterday.
I been half thinking it was.”
“Dream! If them stairs hadn’t broke down you’d ’a’ seen how much dream it was! I’ve had dreams enough all night — with that patch-eyed Spanish devil going for me all through ’em — rot him!”
“No, not rot him. Find him! Track the money!”
“Tom, we’ll never find him. A feller don’t have only one chance for such a pile — and that one’s lost. I’d feel mighty shaky if I was to see him, anyway.”
“Well, so’d I; but I’d like to see him, anyway — and track him out — to his Number Two.”