Got any of your own money on you?"
"Got a couple of month's pay. Yon got the tickets. I'll give you
that."
"Forget it! Small change don't count right now. Awhile back I was
thinkin' of puttin' it up to you that we split the big money and take a
little pasear up to Alaska, where it ain't so warm. The Spider dassent
squeal to the law, bein' in bad hisself. We could sure make a get-away
with it. But that there telegraph done settled that deal."
"It was settled afore that, Ed."
"Meanin' you wouldn't split, anyhow?"
"That's what."
"But it's crooked money, Pete. And it ain't lucky. Supposin' we get
caught? Who gits the money? The Spider, or Arguilla's bunch, or you
or me? Not on your life! The cops get it--and keep it."
"That's all right. But if I git through, these here pesos goes to that
bank. Anyhow, you said it ain't lucky money. So I aim to git away
from it pronto. Then I'm square with The Spider--and I quit."
"You can't shake the game that easy, Pete. I quit when we started for
Sanborn--and what did we run into? And you bein' with me gits you in
bad, likewise.
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