"Because I suspect," Reade returned, "that he and his crowd want
to steal our assaying outfit."
"And you're leaving the coast clear for that purpose?" Hazelton
gasped in high dudgeon.
"Now, Harry, is that all you know about me?" questioned his partner,
reproachfully. "Listen. Around here you'll find plenty of stones
of a throwing size. Just fill your pockets, your hands---your
hat. Creep in close to camp and hide. If you see 'Mr. Sulky'
poking his nose into anything in our camp---the furnace, for instance,
or the assay balance, then just drop a stone so near to him that
it will make him jump. Be careful that you don't drop a stone
on that balance. You used to be a pretty fair pitcher, and I
believe you can drop a stone where you want."
"And what will you be doing?" asked Harry curiously.
"Oh, I'll be keeping out of harm's way, I promise you," laughed
Tom Reade.
"Humph! Yes, it would be like you to put me into danger and to
leave yourself out of it, wouldn't it?" mocked Harry Hazelton,
unbelievingly.
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