that. Them fellows ain't goin' to be no easy job to handle. Any one that'd bust a cache, 'specially a police cache, ain't goin' to stop at nothin'. If my foot was so's I could go with you, we'd tackle it in a minute."
"Look here, Rickey," interrupted Connie, "you've got to let me try anyway. Who got you out of that pickle with the Yellow Knives? And who brought in Notorious Bishop? And who did a lot of things I could mention, if I wanted to brag? I'm no chechako! You needn't think I'm going to run out there and make any fool play with odds of four to one against me. But it won't hurt to have a look, anyway. And besides, if they haven't got any more sense than to bust a police cache, it ain't going to be hard to outguess 'em."
Rickey grinned. "If it comes down to a guessin' match you can outguess 'em, son," he admitted, eying the boy proudly. "But after you git 'em outguessed—what you going to do then? Outguessin' 'em's one thing, an' bringin' 'em in is another."
Connie was quick to see that his superior's decision was wavering. "That'll be my job," he answered. "I brought in Notorious Bishop, didn't I?"
