"If you'd rather have it before your friends, I'm perfectly ready to accommodate you," said the fellow. "I thought, however, you'd rather keep the little secret. Well, we'll be waiting for you at the tents, all right, my friend!" and he drove ahead.
"Macloud, we are going to bag those fellows right now--and easy, too," said Croyden. "When we get to the tents, I'll take them into one--and give them a chance to talk. When you and Axtell have the revolvers, with one for me, you can join us. They are armed, of course, but only with small pistols, likely, and you should have the drop on them before they can draw. Come, at any time--I'll let down the tent flaps on the plea of secrecy (since they've suggested it), so you can approach with impunity."
"This is where _we_ get killed, Axtell!" said Macloud. "I would that I were in my happy home, or any old place but here. But I've enlisted for the war, so here goes! If you think it will do any good to pray, we can just as well wait until you've put up a few. I'm not much in that line, myself."
"Imagine a broker praying!" laughed Axtell.
"I can't," said Macloud. "But there seem to be no rules to the game we're playing, so I wanted to give you the opportunity."
As they approached the tents, Hook-nose passed the reins to Bald-head and got out.
"What's to do now?" asked Macloud. "They're separated."
"Leave it to me, I'll get them together," Croyden answered.... "You wish to see me, privately?" to Hook-nose.
"I wish to see you--it's up to you whether to make it private or not."
"Come along!" said Croyden, leading the way toward the tent, which was pitched a trifle to one side.... "Now, sir, what is it?" as the flaps dropped behind them.
"You've a business way about you, which I like----" began Hook-nose.
"Never mind my ways!" Croyden interrupted. "Come to the point--what do you want?"
"There's no false starts with you, my friend, are there!" laughed the other. "That's the thing--bang! and we are off. Good!--we'll get to business. You lost a letter recently----"
"Not at all," Croyden cut in. "I had a letter _stolen_--you, I suppose, are the thief."
"I, or my pal--it matters not which," the fellow replied easily. "Now, what we want, is to make some arrangement as to the division of the treasure, when you've found it."