haven't given me a fair deal. I've taken all the risk, and what have I got?"
"The risk? the risk?" repeated Cohen. "My young friend, it's me who takes all the risk. Suppose the railroad men should drop in here and find the stuff? Where would I be? As to money, will anybody else you know touch the stuff?"
"Well, I've got to get some funds, I'm going to slope the town for good," announced Ike. "Now, there'll be no slip up if I carry out your plans?"
"Not a bit of it," answered Cohen. "I have no facilities here for handling railroad junk. Jacobs, at Dover, has. I don't dare to ship it by rail. He has his own melters. I furnish the horse and wagon. We'll load you up, and cover the boxes with vegetables. All you've got to do is to drive out of town and deliver the goods at Dover. You say your friend, the tramp, will go with you?"
"Yes, but what about the team? I won't come back, you know. I'm going West for a spell."
"Jacobs will attend to the team. See, here is a letter—give it to him. He'll give you the twenty-five dollars I promised you, and that's the end of it."
"All right. What time shall we start?"
