There were two men in the room—one he could not see, the other was a shaggy man who sat beside the stove and smoked a pipe. The man out of line was speaking and Connie applied his ear to the crevice.
"—never found out nawthin' yet, an' they never won't, neither. Bill Cosgrieve's a heap too smart fer them geezers."
"Ye say they searched the Injin camp, an' went on down the crick?"
"Searched every blame wigwam, an' nary a find. Bowen an' the Swede had the stuff an' the young bucks cached up a branch where they c'd a scattered to the high places if needful."
"When'd th' p'lice hike back?"
"This mornin'. Ort to fetch Split Rock tonight, an' Jap's place tomorry. Ol' Jap's sore on Bill Cosgrieve."
"So much the worse f'r Jap, then. He better haul in his horns an' not crowd Bill too fer. Bill'll croak him, like he done th' German"
"Shet up! Each one of them two has got enough on t'other to swing 'em both. Jap ort to know Bill ain't a-goin' to leave him grab no more'n what the rest of us gits—" The speaker paused abruptly.
