He did not recognize it, but
the words were sufficiently clear and distinct. There was amusement in
them.
"So you're stringin' him along all right, then?" said the voice. "I've
got to hand it to you--you're some clever."
"I am merely following instructions." This in Betty's voice.
The man chuckled. "He's a hard case. I expected he'd have you all
fired out by this time."
Betty laughed. "He is improving right along," she said. "He brought
Bob another dog to replace Lonesome. I felt sorry for him that night."
"Well," said the man, "I'm glad he's learnin'. I reckon he's some
impatient to find out where the idol is?"
"Rather," said Betty. "And he wanted the money right away."
The man laughed. "Well," he said, "keep stringin' him along until we
get ready to lift the idol from its hidin' place. I've been thinkin'
that it'd be a good idea to take the durn thing over to Las Vegas an'
sell it. The money we'd get for it would be safer in the bank than the
idol where it is. An' we could take it out when we get ready."
"No," said Betty firmly; "we will leave the idol where it is. No one
but me knows, and I certainly will not tell."
"You're the boss," said the man. He laughed again, and then both
voices became inaudible to Calumet.
A cold, deadly rage seized Calumet.
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