"
Braddock rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other and
back again before venturing the next remark.
"It would be no trick at all to get it away from him."
Dick Cronk looked at his averted face. "What do you mean?"
"Think of what a haul it would be."
"I suppose you want me to lift the pile. Is that it?"
"Not unless we come to a thorough understanding beforehand," said
Braddock quickly. "It's my plan, so I get the bulk of it, understand
that."
"I do the job and you get the stuff," sneered Dick, still looking at
his companion. Braddock felt that look and moved uncomfortably.
"It's too much money to let get away," he explained somewhat
irrelevantly.
"Then why don't you pinch it yourself? Why ask me to do it?"
Braddock turned upon him angrily. "Why, I'm no thief! I'll break your
neck if you make another crack like that."
Artful Dick arose. "I'm not so easily insulted," he said with a queer
little laugh. "But, say, Braddock, let me tell you one thing. I'm not
going to touch that kid's wad, and you ain't either. I'm a friend of
his'n, after what happened to-day.
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